Sex sells. Everything. Whatever the product, whatever the service, slap on a hot chick in lingerie on it and it will sell like hot... cakes.
But still, even though we all admit this to be true, either with wholehearted agreement or with a cynical scoff at the sad state of the world (where sex can sell everything), we're still surprised at the sheer scope of the word "everything" in that phrase; "okay, I knew sex could sell anything, but not this."
Namely, coffins.
Don't you just want to rush out and grab one?
Scantily clad girls compel you.
Shock-marketing. Yay.
But still, even though we all admit this to be true, either with wholehearted agreement or with a cynical scoff at the sad state of the world (where sex can sell everything), we're still surprised at the sheer scope of the word "everything" in that phrase; "okay, I knew sex could sell anything, but not this."
Namely, coffins.


Don't you just want to rush out and grab one?
Scantily clad girls compel you.
Shock-marketing. Yay.
