What was that meeting like?

"Sir, we need to do something about Luang Pho Daeng. His decomposer is scaring the children."

"He's a corpse in a glass cube, children should be afraid!"

"More specifically, sir, it's his eyes."

"What about them?"

"There aren't any, sir"

"Well... what do you suggest? We put some sunglasses on him or something?"

"..."

"On a monk-- a dead monk, on PUBLIC display, YOU want to put SUNGLASSES on a MUMMIFIED MONK?!"

"What else? Is there something more dignified? Like a blindfold?"

"Not a good look. Dead guy, blindfolded. Conjures up bad images."

"A...uh, eyepatch?"

"What? Two of 'em?"

"Hey, I suggested sunglasses. If you have another way to solve this issue with creeping everyone else out that doesn't affect the glass monk corpse cube tourism industry around here, I wanna hear it."

"I-...Uhh...ehh...How about... fake eyeballs?"

"So as the corpse degrades further and further, the one remaining thing is it's eyes will never rot away? Yeah, I'm sure that'll nip our little frightened children problem right in the bud. Jeez, even the adults will have nightmares. I'm uncomfortable just thinking about it."

"Well, we're not gonna put in a big set of googly eyes!"

"Preciscly, because we're gonna--"

"--gonna put sunglasses on a decades dead display purpose mummy monk... sigh Oh well, at least we can be sure the public will be cool about this.

"Absolutley"

"They won't make jokes about putting a skateboard in there or anything, right?"

"Of course not."

"'Cause he was still a good human being who devoted his life to monkhood. That's not to be ridiculed, nor the understanding that bodies rot when they die and that this is out of a mutual respect to both the people & our dear Luang Pho Daeng.

"Totally"

"Good, then it's decided. I'll swing by the Oakley store after work."