The Chant of the Barbie Dolls

I've been seeing a lot of those Sun Life commercials lately, what with the working from home malarkey that's going on. You know, the frank and uninhibited explorations of mortality that would put Bermann to shame, along the lines of "when I'm gone please don't put me in a cardboard box and burn me".

I've a new advertising strap line for them, to be delivered by an avuncular grandad, possibly a vicar, getting a cuppa from him lovely missus of 40 years, pottering about in the garden shed:

" 'It's your funeral', they said. And you know, they were right!"
[Smiles, toasts his cuppa, slurps, winks].