All the clowns at the funeral had their sad faces painted on. Today they mourned their beloved friend and coworker, Bingo. A few people spoke, the mimes said nothing. They remembered all those wild parties in clown college, the time spent on the road, his love affair with the trapeze artist. Refreshments were served out of squirting flowers and poorly aimed seltzer bottles. As they left the parlor, all the clowns bid farewell, giving Bingo's nose one last honk goodbye. The service was well attended, but there were only four cars in the procession.
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