"If anyone at my funeral has a long face, I'll never speak to him again." -Stan Laurel
the amount of B.S. experienced during the day - adequate recovery time = 1000 lifetimes behind
(a rough estimate)
going with a theme
Sounds like... "Ew!" and melodious "Oooo's" sung by a chorus of opossum souls welcoming a new arrival into the great beyond.
Sounds like... the shade of a plant muffling a lizard's voice venting its sadness about cigarettes, litter, and humanity's hubris.
the rite of spring