Seems like we only use this place for wakes and memorials these days; and they are coming far too frequently...There's hardly any dust this time around.

I think the place is ready; there's a possum ocarina on the music stand; a burnt skeleton of a Christmas tree in the corner; and I made sure that the bar is stocked with all the supplies to make flaming possum fart highballs.

This one hurts, guys. It hurts deep.