For the kiddos, Coffey had papyrus scrolls detailing the ins and outs of the rhythm method, which paired perfectly with the embryos being tossed onto the street by Right To Life.
At the same time, speaking personally, I prefer baby snakes to copperheads, but then again, I’m not a Falangist.
Speaking of the grimness of Coffey’s reaping and droopy snakes, for comic relief comes the single best parade entry of the day, bar none.
It was a spark of creativity amid the dross. The governing committee usually manages to extinguish any attempt at offbeat humor of the sort that might embarrass the hallowed institution (3rd place, seriously?), so abundant kudos to the funeral school.
You were a ray of light, if not a venomous serpent.