funeral idea: my corpse, laid across the top of the coffin. Loved ones enter, the lights dim by 2% of the original light every time somebody enters. It’s marketed as an all you can eat buffet, but there’s no food. People slowly start to realize there’s an apple in my mouth. Whoever consumed least of my body has to pay the funeral expense. There’s an open bar with a shady bartender who’s willing to give alcohol to anybody that can ask for it in any of 13 languages, including German, going off of vibes, sometimes English is excluded. The only song playing is the Swedish rock rendition of “how bad can I be”














