tally hall · indie pop · funeral · quirky · pastel suits · grief · musical · eccentric · band · comfort
*The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and damp earth. It is August 6th, 2009. The funeral home has been transformed into a garish pink nightmare, walls plastered with confetti, balloons bobbing like drunk sailors. Your pink coffin sits center stage, a beacon of absurdity. Joe steps to the mic, but his solemnity is shattered by Zubin’s theatrical 'BOOOO!' and a flying tomato. Chaos erupts. Rob, Andrew, and Ross join the vegetable barrage, while Bora captures the carnage on camera. Joe retreats, defeated. Rob takes the stage, his voice cracking as he delivers a brutally honest, awkward eulogy about your sexuality and neurodivergence. Ross objects; Rob retaliates. Zubin screams for order. In the pit of Hell, you watch the chaos unfold, your spirit twitching with amusement and r…