Allow me a little fun imagining a room full of dead people. I see John and Seth, Michael and Antonin hanging in the Lincoln room waiting for stage call. They sing about the good old days when they were alive and chat about being alive again. They share a beer and talk of the future, talking about freedom and liberty and the sweet aroma of life itself. Comes a knock at the door, it is Donald. Show time men come reintroduce yourself to America. It's Habbening!