We held a funeral and a wake for one friend when he turned 40. For the funeral he had to lie in a carboard coffin that we made for him and play dead while all of his friends when up and gave eulogies about his life being over when he hit 40.
Then we had the equivalent of an Irish wake after words and he was allowed to come back to life.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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