Anyone who doesn’t get what old Slavoj Žižek is going on about when he says we can only be truly content (or something) when our father is dead clearly never had a David Lynch Dad. By which I do not mean a bequiffed fellow who thinks all kitchens should be relegated to the position of outhouse/abattoir, to be hosed down with disinfectant on a daily basis - Lynch Interview

I mean something more like this: