There was a programme on the telly the other night about the Beatles ‘Love’ thing. I hadn’t realised that it was (quite liderally) a tossing circus.
They decided to represent John Lennon's mother being run over and killed (this is the CIRCUS remember).
They did this in spectacular circus fashion by hitting a woman in red with a car and catapulting her into the roof on a trapeze - while pieces of car flew about.
I hope my death will be performed in the CIRCUS someday and in the same exquisite taste.