So fucking true.
Soul of hanged man: Boy, am I glad to see you! The priest at my hanging was all “Perhaps Heaven has a place for you after all…” and I was like “Damnit, I hope not!”
Satanic Demon: You realize I am taking you to Hell?
Soul of hanged man: Of course I do! I am so psyched! Anything is better than where I came from!
Satanic Demon: Your tiny body will be dipped in lava and you will be eaten like a carrot stick by Baphomet-
Soul of hanged man: Yes! Wow, do you realize how much better that sounds than sitting on an intestine for hours? Or periodically being doused in stomach acid? That stuff is not good for the skin!
Satanic Demon: Your misery has just begun. You will wish you had been elected for Heaven-
Soul of hanged man: Nope! No way! Look, I can deal with the smelly intestines with no lumbar support and the stomach acid baths, but the stomach is soundtracked 24/7 by harp music! I can’t listen to that stuff anymore! Baphomet can make me his dildo, as long as I never hear the pluck of a harp string ever again!
Satanic Demon: The stomach is soundtracked by harp music? What is the butt soundtracked by?
Soul of hanged man: I think you know…
Satanic Demon: No, that’s why I asked-
Soul of hanged man: I think you know-
Satanic Demon: I seriously don’t- Wait - is it butt rock?
Soul of hanged man: Bingo.
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Late Spring (Yasujiro Ozu, 1949)
And again cuz fuk yeh