When I die I want my funeral to be full of wall mounted tv screens playing YouTube poops.
Imagine. Relatives weeping to King Harkinian wondering what’s for dinner. Old friends from college solemnly talking about the lawnmower accident as Doctor Rabbit warns them about plaque monsters.
And as I’m lowered into the ground there are speakers that blast a loop of PINGAS PINGAS PINGAS PINGAS PINGAS