During the Victorian era, mourners sometimes collected their tears in gold decorated “tear bottles” to keep as a remembrance for the next of kin. It has also been said that the widows would go to the grave on the anniversary of the first year of death and sprinkle the tears on the grave to signify the end of the first year of mourning.
middle aged guy putting on makeup in front of one of those mirrors with lights around it, to the sound of don’t rain on my parade by barbra streisand, which he is muttering.
camera angle expands, we find out he is a joker-y vibes musical theatre gay AND a crime mob boss with basically an army of expression-less goons and theyre going to a giant warehouse in the middle of the night
“i’ll march my baaaand out” he kicks the front door and enters dancin, singing and holding two huge shotguns and killing everyone who looks at him w one sure shot to the rhythm of the song
suddenly (“no”) a lot of people are around him (“body no nobody”) and it looks like hes outnumbered (“is gonnaaaa”)
then, his army of goons enters the warehouses mezzanine, heavily armed and shoots the people around him
he stands in the middle of dozens of dead bodies and poses with his arms up as if expecting applause and his goons all clap
