Art Is Never Permanent

So I'm yakking with the sisters after The Obligatory Feast™, catching up with family gossip. A cousin, always notoriously flat-chested and close to the older sister, had a bit of surgical enhancement a few decades ago that recently "popped" and had to be cleaned and replaced. (I saw her recently at a family gathering; the enhancement is hardly porn-worthy.)

I realized and said, "So that means that breast enhancement surgery has a rack life?"