The ad-sponsored memorial orgy reached its annual frothy peak today. One and all were invited to relive our most celebrated national tragedy, complete with theme music and flying logos.
Slow-panning retrospectives (somber horns and violins accompany) lovingly presented every detail before cutting to the advertisement chaser: life insurance, banking, and indigestion.
Then we were treated to the falling twins (rhythmic bass line, synth arpeggios accompany) before another cluster of ads: political campaign, car insurance, and indigestion.
So why were the ads suddenly more relevant than the editorial pabulum the networks served up?
No link love this time. The media have had enough to eat already.