Just sit back and watch.

Will you tell us how you became the prince of a town called Bel Air?

Maybe a tale of a fateful trip? Possibly starting in a tropic port? Mayhap aboard a tiny ship?

I will instead tell you the tale of how my capsule landed way off target, and I found a bottle.

Tell us how you snub the lady who occupies said bottle!

No, tell us of the time you married a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own.

Out of context, this reads as really wrong!

Seriously, tell us how farm livin' is the life for you. Land spreadin' out so far and wide. How we can keep Manhattan, and just give you that countryside.

When you're done with that, tell us of the time when Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces and formed a band the likes of which have never been seen!

When you're done with that, clean the pee corner.

Well wintremute is in charge of our days and our nights.
Wintremute is in charge of our wrongs and our rights.

And I sing, I want, I want wintremute in charge of pee.

At what point is it no longer too soon to respond to posts about the death of The Cranberries' lead singer with a reference to their song Zombie?

Because if anyone can answer questions about social etiquette, it's definitely the LPC.

She's been out of the limelight long enough to make those references right away. Though not directly to the family. Have to wait a week for that.

Damn polite social constraints!