You know when you’ve just picked up a dead body from the medical examiner’s office and you’re heading back through traffic to the funeral home, but you’re driving slower than usual because the body and stretcher could flip on its side if you go around a corner too fast, and the drivers around you get upset because you’re taking too long and they try to peer in the windows as they scream by but they can’t see into the transfer van because the windows are tinted so the general public won't get freaked out if they knew that they’re within arm’s length of a dead person?
We’ve all been there, right? And don’t you also wish that you could hang a “Body on Board” sign in the back window to clue in the other drivers that you’re actually respecting the deceased person you’re transporting. But I’d hazard a guess that even death isn’t enough for some people to curb their driving habits, which is a shame.
What does this have to do with Queen? Well, when I was driving the transfer van, I would listen to some Queen tunes to kill some time. All of a sudden, All Dead, All Dead would start up, I’d get a waft of decomposing goodness, and the song takes on a very different meaning at that moment. The lyrics become literal. Sorry, Brian.
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