The coffin maker is a happy man now. br More and more orders keep coming in. br Soon he'll able to marry off br his daughters who have just attained puberty br and keep pretty Angela happy br on condoms strawberry flavoured an chocolate ice. br br Of late he painted his house bright chrysanthemum red br ordered teakwood beds and never cared a damn br what the neighbours said. Atop his showroom br the great catlights came on br and his name glowed in the dark br whenever passing lights hit it. br br Now he's not wondering any more, br he knows he's the best in town. br br What about air-conditioning? That would lengthen br the life of coffins. Now he's struck with a bright new idea br that would revolutionise coffin making for br all time. Electronic remote-controlled polymer coffins br with micro chips and inbuilt flash units br that brought home to your PC screen br your dear dear dear departed along with uptodate br information on the state of decomposition br that you could activate or slow down br much like a video-game. An idea he knew would catch on like br wild fire making him a billionaire overnight. br br Now whenever he kneels down with Angela br to pray, br he can only think of this br no one else can help him raise such funds br so hi-tech br which of course secretly meant br more and more accidents, causalities, fatalities br of course work was worship, it didn't matter what you did br you just had to put in your best, there could be no wrong asking br and for all this (if his dream came true) br he would keep his wood br and bury his god br in a coffin of gold.