I had to see this play once I heard about the premise of clients sending their pictures of their children to doll makers to sculpt their likeness. It was like stuffing your pet after he died, but with human beings. Sick, right? Except this is a black comedy. I’m not a masochist. I want to laugh, and laugh I did. The acting is exceptional, the script tight, and the ending intelligently leaves you pondering long after you’ve left the theater.