Horrible.

I remember once years ago, while working in a different flower shop,
someone came in to order flowers for a burial at sea.
They wanted flowers poked into a styrofoam (a product which will be here long after you and I have shaken off this mortal coil, btw) wreath, and it takes wires and pins to do this whole project. I politely suggested other tributes for their dearly departed, but they were insistent.

So was I. There was no fookin' way I was going to make something with styro, wires, pins, possibly toxic flowers and have them toss it into the ocean, just so the shop owner could make a few bucks. She was livid.

I was fired!

Ha!