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[Susan]

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So..why can't the deceased have as much fun as they want at their own funeral? No sense in leaving these kind of decisions in the hands of the humorless.

[Grumpy Guy]

You know, I'm not sure how to take that.

On the one hand, damn that's inappropriate...

On the other hand, I can't seem to stop laughing at it...

*frankly disturbed*

[raj]

LOL!
Sorry, unable to accept delivery, no RMA.

[Scott0]

Hey, for my headstone, I want a parking meter constantly flashing "TIME EXPIRED." If that's not good burial humor, I don't know what is.

p.s. I came up with that idea, so if you wantto use if, I want 10% ofyour will.

Scottie

[Brother Ragnarok]

I can't understand why people are so damn uptight and find things like that inappropriate and offensive.  I have nothing but respect for people who can laugh in the face of death and find the humor in things which others find inappropriate for no particular reason other than "everyone else thinks it is."
That parking meter thing...pure, unadulterated genius.  You may have 10% of my will, Scott.

Brother R

[Mofo Rising]

I had the idea of playing the soundtrack to Banjo-Kazooie (Nintendo kid's game) at an oppressively loud volume during my funeral.  Not sure what it would accomplish, but it would make laugh.  Well, if I wasn't dead, of course.

[The Burgomaster]

Keep this website a secret! If it falls into the hands of a desperate filmmaker, we might end up with a movie called "FUNERALS.COM." And the stars might be Neve Campbell and Freddie Prinze, Jr.!

[spikesangel]

Brother R., you have my highest esteem for saying that.

when my brother was murdered, it was the hardest thing in the world to get on an airplane and fly out here to be with my family.  two days after i arrived, we went to the crematorium to pick out containers for his "cremains" (what a creepy word).  we ended up deciding to buy jars ourselves that we could use, but we still had fun in the crematorium.

we sat in a little room and while we waited for the crematory lady to come back and tell us whatever it is you tell a grieving family, we spied something called "The Cardboard."  true to its name, it was a plain cardboard box that cost $70.  that's right, $70 for the same kind of cardboard box the ME's office would send my brother to be cremated in anyways.

the next up was "The Cardboard With Pillow" and there was all kinds of info on this pillow.  we really wondered if the departed cared that the pillowcase was 50/50 and 180 thread.

there was a box called "Twins" which is ostensibly in the unlikely event twins die in the same freakish accident and want to be cremated together...or at least next to one another.

one looked like a little trash can.  i remarked that all it needed was a little foot-thingy so you could open the top and say hello to your deceased loved one.

at some point, the crematory lady came back and wondered if we were alright, because we were all laughing wildly.  doubtless she thought we were some sick, sick individuals.

we had a lot of laughs during the time after he died, and in the ensuing court proceedings.  we look forward to laughing this summer at the trials.

i think anyone who can't look death, horror, or personal tragedy in the eye and laugh in its face is someone who will lose that staring contest.

[JohnL]

>we sat in a little room and while we waited for the crematory lady to come back
>and tell us whatever it is you tell a grieving family, we spied something
>called "The Cardboard."

No "The Ashtray"?