This is not the lobby of the Plaza Hotel?

[a viewing in a funeral home] Reverend Mike:
I knew Brother Alvin... and he was a swinger! Mourners:
Yes! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Alleluia! , etc. Reverend Mike:
He loved his booze, hahahaha. He loved his women. Mourners:
Yeah! He loved my wife, too! Yes, he did! Sure did! , etc Reverend Mike:
But must of all, He loved his Cadillac Saville, and it's a beaute. I know it's a beaute, because he left it to *me*, Hallelujah! Mourners:
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! , etc Reverend Mike:
I showed him how God wanted him to have a swell time while he was alive. Because, brothers and sisters, when you is gone, you is gone. And ain't no way, no how, nobody's going to bring you back here, once you is dead! [the coffin's lid rises, and Dracula sits up inside] Count Dracula:
Good evening... [the mourners scream in panic, and run out of the funeral home, knocking over the chairs] Count Dracula:
[to Reverend Mike]
I am Count Dracula. I would like a large suite with a bath. I have a reservation. [Reverend Mike screams and jumps through the stained glass window] Count Dracula:
This is not the lobby of the Plaza Hotel?