Probably our most lighthearted episode. Which is ironic, you know, on account of all the death and stuff. It's kind of like that movie in which the world ends and the depressed person is able to handle it best--the Lars von Trier one, Melancholia. Or the one in which the person you have to listen to has an annoying voice--the Lars von Trier one, Dancer in the Dark. By the by, I saw a clip of Björk from a live MTV show in like 1993. She was hot, which left me feeling strangely betrayed. I mean, she has every right to be, but does even the weird person wearing a dead goose (or whatever that reference is from 20 years ago) have to be hot?