You would to really have hate your job to go through the trouble of using a marching band to tell your boss you quit. I mean, he could have just stopped going into work. I have the feeling that these people he worked for at the Providence Renaissance Hotel are real a*#holes. If you're gonna go out, go out with a bang...or a band.
When you think of marching band, you think of furry hats, fat kids wearing glasses, and virgins. And this marching band isn't any different, except they are rocking out to Rage Against The Machine.