糖罐子

跑了趟white cube，很喜欢一张画，纯白背景，印一个段子，作者我不敢确定……

The old man stood at the gates of the cemetery
And wept. A passer-by stopped to comfort him.
"Why are you crying?" the latter asked softly.
"My daughter is laying in there," explained the
Weeping one, "Sometimes I wish she was dead."

丧不丧，就问你丧不丧。