you're watching a memorial service on t.v. There's a background of choral music. Faces of dead children fade in and out of the screen. Suddenly, the choral music is replaced by a commercial jingle, a half-naked shampoo model replaces the fading children, a truck driving through the mud takes precedence of the screen. And for 30 seconds an entire nation forgets about the dead children... and maybe uncle rick will decide to buy a truck.
I hope a salesman pays my parents so he can attend my funeral and sell tupperware--preferably somewhere between the second eulogy and the throwing of the dirt.
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