Beloved science fiction writer Ray Bradbury passed away today. Here's a song by someone who beloved Ray Bradbury a little too much. It's also extremely creepy if you don't know that this was made before he died (necrophilia: we don't endorse it here!).
Video also contains extremely strong language. If you're reading this, Grandma, please don't click the sideways triangle at the bottom left corner of the picture. It turns the picture into a movie about naughty things and you'll be so upset you might miss evening mass again.
Eventually the son ran away from home and joined a string quartet, where he found fulfillment by playing Dvorak. His father disapproved of his son at first, but then he saw his son perform and realized the true joy of self-expression his son found in the cello, and gave him his blessing in a tearful father-son reunion.