Ikea: Bored To Death

Sitting in their brown-hued living room, a woman polishes silverware while her husband reads the paper. Suddenly, a large lump of plaster falls into his lap. Standing on his chair, he investigates the crack in the ceiling, prodding at first, but eventually tearing his way through, as clouds of earth fall on his head. Once the hole is big enough, he pushes his wife through it, into glaring sunlight. She gazes at the gravestone next to her head, which reads: Here lies Mr. & Mrs. Hong, bored to death. The music swells triumphantly as birds flock over a huge Ikea. Ikea: Live unböring.