The Death of a Clown

I recently attended services for a clown, and let me tell you, a clown's funeral is no laughing matter. Death is a sobering experience, especially for those whose profession is to be light-hearted; there is no humor. Except at the wake, when colleague after colleague sprayed the deceased's cold face with water from the fake flowers on their lapels. And when the procession arrived, the party of 80 all travelling in the one hearse. How do they do that? And when, after the eulogy, a clown shook the priest's hand, giving him a shocking thanks. That was all kind of funny. But when they lowered poor Rizzo into the earth, the only thing you could see was streaked makeup, the only thing you could hear were tears for a clown. And some sporadic fart noises. That was pretty funny too.