Why the hellwouldn’t you want strippers at your funeral? Make a note of this, folks, when I pass, before you ship my mortal remains off to the Moon for burial, I want tits a poppin’!
Hah, if I brought Chippies to Mom’s funeral, we might just have to call the Vatican.
“Uh, sir? Yeah, we’re calling about a woman coming back from the dead… yes, sir, she was double-flat and had been properly enbalsamated, but she got out of her coffin with some difficulty, grabbed the big Easter candle from its holder and started beating the strippers with it… uh, what strippers, you say? Uh, well…”