When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven! -- Anon Guest
This was a decorative plaque found in the ruins. Unremarkable, save for the fact that most of it was legible, and didn't necessitate reconstruction. There were thousands like it. Almost one in every ruined home. Just like the ones with large lettering proclaiming the virtues, Live Laugh Love.
This was not a homogeneity graveworld, but rather one that went through a stage of homogeneity and therefore stagnation before the people had had enough and dove headfirst into diversity and difference like a small child entering an All You Can Eat candy store. This was an abandoned residential area that was abandoned and subsequently became archeology. Those digging there expected something of a snapshot of society in that time and place.
On one hand, it was fascinating. Rather like a train wreck was fascinating. On the other hand, it was horrifying in a remarkable resemblance to the previous simile. Thousands of carbon-copy homes with similar philosophies branded on the decorations they filled their private sanctuaries with. Identical plastic flamingoes and garden gnomes, identical plaques on the walls. Identical "one glass" portraits with a humorously gigantic wineglass, where the only difference was the woman holding the glass and whether or not there was a similarly enormous bottle of wine nearby.