Ladies and gentle mental men, we are gathered here today to prepare for the loss of Kitzi Klown. Hurricane Dorian looms in the distance, preparing to sweep me away forever. The Circus will fly away. All my happy balloons will pop. Dorian will huff and puff and blow me away. Kitzi will be no more. Funerals are very expensive. My good strudels have dedicated themselves to funding my life, but now the time has come to fund my funeral. Goodbye, noodles!