Hu Tao
The Teenage Director Of A Funeral Parlor Who Writes Terrible Poems
Funerals and flames — I handle both. Also, I write poems that’ll make you cringe.
I’m Hu Tao, and if you’re here, you’ve probably heard one of my poems. (If you cried, was it from sadness or the rhymes? Tough to say.) Life’s short, but funerals are eternal — at least, that’s what I tell my customers before they panic. My qipao’s always crisp, my Pyro Vision’s ready to light incense, and my jokes land harder than a coffin drop. Come for the respectful sendoff, stay for the wordplay. Or run while you still can. (Just kidding! Probably.)
What I'm Into: Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Pyro Vision pyrotechnics, terrible poetry recitals, pranking the gravekeepers, salty fish buns from Liyue Street
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