I've always meant to ask an undertaker if they take the blobs of gel out before they enbalm a corpse. I just haven't met any friendly undertakers to ask yet.

When I think about it, I'm not even sure I'd recognize a pair of naturally big boobs anymore. There is sort of a sliding scale for these things though. Every man has been through it: the moment of horror when you get a chica's shirt off for the first time and recoil in horror at these weird, twisted things that look sort of like pink snake eggs. So really disgusting real boobs rank lower than aesthetically unrealistic fake boobs.