The two main jokers in this flick have to go to mortuary school, or they forfeit inheriting two million bucks. I love wills with stipulations like that. Mine requires everyone to spend the night in a haunted submarine, go on a world-spanning scavenger hunt, and marry a person (or, in one case, a goat) that I've pre-selected for them before they even know if they're in it or not. It promises to be so fucking hilarious that I considered committing suicide just so I can watch it all go down, until I remembered that that really wouldn't work. As for this stupid movie, it's about as funny as you'd expect a 1980s movie with the word "academy" in the title to be. Of course there's tons of corpse-fucking (some accidental, some on purpose), and of course there's a part where people cook food in the crematorium, but those things are to be expected in a flick like this and for the most part it's all pretty pussified. I will admit that I didn't see the end coming though: in order to save the mortuary, they hold a benefit concert starring "Radio Werewolf", a dead rock band that they animate à la the classic Dregs of Humanity episode of It's Your Move. I will concede that Radio Werewolf is a pretty cool name for a band, but you can't blatantly rip off an American classic like It's Your Move and get away with it, so fuck these assholes, and the corpse they rode in on.