There are plenty of things that need ironing out, but I’m still open to seeing what else Mulaney has in store. But hopefully, if I decide to call in again, it won’t be a waste of the whole world’s time.

After experiencing the museum, Montgomery felt different. My class was silent. Nobody cared to crack any jokes. The air even started to smell different — like rotting garbage, reminiscent of the Southern Magnolia that Billie Holiday sung about decades prior.