Jason Brooks selling ‘miracle pills’ with a grin while Lily hides behind a pillar, eyes sharp as knives—this isn’t a funeral, it’s a con. The old man with the basket? His ‘recovery’ is too smooth. Every smile feels rehearsed. The Iron Maiden turns mourning into marketing, and the audience claps like they’ve won the lottery. Dark. Brilliant. Unsettling. 😶‍🌫️