The film gets a lot of mileage out of the contrast between Daisy and Tom. Everything she touches is bright and sparkling, right down to the neon post-it notes decorating the walls, the pink bow she whacks on a coffin, to the 'DEAD' LED spotlight sign. However, as absurd as Daisy's approach to her new job is, she isn't walking into the funeral home unwilling to work. This film isn't suggesting that hyper-femininity and 'real business' just don't mix, which is humorously proven in the film's ending. Her naive and uber optimistic style of business might be insensitive but her ruthless attempt to capitalise on death is no different to Tom's. There's a moment when he dismisses Daisy's handling of a client's family member's death as "terrible business." Not an awful way to treat someone's grief - terrible business. They both represent how the poison of modern-day capitalism can drip through us all. Her’s is just pink x. Anyway, Daisy goes from intern to essentially director of communications, desperately trying to manage the narrative around a death, which at this point of the film makes complete sense. You really can't have an egg and cress sandwich be the story.