Oh my dear little marketing god, but if I'd woken up and seen that, I would have laughed so hard I'd bust every stitch they put in me. That reminds me of the morning after my mother died, my brother and I went to order some flowers for her funeral. We were looking through the book of arrangements and saw a heart made of white flowers, with a jagged line of red flowers going through it. Clearly it was meant to symbolize a broken heart, but it looked like nothing so much as a chart showing someone's vital signs dropping to zero.

Cue my brother and me snorting like two bad little kids in church. He looked at me and said, "We can bring her back from the dead. All we have to do is buy this and display it prominently at the funeral, and she'll come back from the dead and beat our butts with a hairbrush."

Me: "She can't do that, she's already been cremated. But nice try."

I think the flower guy wanted to laugh really hard.

Best wishes on your neutering and a stick in the eye to cancer,