"Guys, are you ready?"
The bald manager took a suona from an employee and shouted loudly.
"Ready!"
The employees holding various musical instruments and magic artifacts replied.
"Kansanmida, music, go go go!"
"Waaah!"
The bald manager put the mouthpiece in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and the high-pitched sound of the suona resonated through the sky.
"If you pass away, remember to invite a Taoist. Monks and priests are fine, but it's best to have a Taoist. Burn money paper, spirit talisman paper, soul guiding paper, and banner paper. They don't do any of that, just mumble a few words..."
The lead singer of the funeral band sang aloud, his powerful bel canto even temporarily drowned out the sound of the suona.
"Your expression makes dying seem carefree, while I brood with melancholy about the burdens of living. If you still want to be worshipped in the future, lend me some virtue from the underworld!"
"Filial son, kneel and thank your ancestors!"
The bald manager ordered.
