Fleecing the sheeple, asleep in their steeples, whose slumbering apathy and obedience allowed the adulteress to profit in sin. Along came Big Splash, with fistfuls of cash, deposited directly into the adulteresses' stash to purchase Bell's Amusement Park's collapse. But when Bells was told to eat dust, it caused such a fuss, that the people awoke, to the back rooms full of smoke and would not be fooled again. For this, as repentance, for allowing Bell's death sentence, they vow to make amens, to see Bell's rise again and to bring the adulteresses' reign of terror to an end.
The bell tolls for the teenagers who found a job with Bell's during the summer vacation instead of gathering in parking lots. The bell tolls for those children who's parents could take them to a carnival knowing that it also helped the local economy. The bell tolls for a local enterprise that contributed to a local economy. The bell tolls for the man who worked in all of his spare to create the rides. The bell tolls for the third generation who likely will not have the push to reassemble Bell's elsewhere. The bell tolls for the grandfathers that took their grandchildren where they once went. It could toll for the sunset of a profitable home grown enterprise. The bell has tolled and silence fills the air.
Both of these have a nice ring to them.....