I just finished filling out my Advanced Health Care Directive. I told them to give my body to a medical school. Let some med student learn how to do some surgery. There’s an interesting book about this called Stiff by Mary Roach.
You would think Fred would have planned ahead, and make a coffin with all the bells and whistles. (Now I want one, but with only whistles. People will think I led a noble (no bell) life).
tudza Premium Member about 3 years ago
They make cardboard boxes for this, mostly for cremations. On a hunch, I checked Amazon. Yep, you can order a coffin.
Ratkin Premium Member about 3 years ago
I just finished filling out my Advanced Health Care Directive. I told them to give my body to a medical school. Let some med student learn how to do some surgery. There’s an interesting book about this called Stiff by Mary Roach.
Doug K about 3 years ago
Putting scrap wood to good use.
Pickled Pete about 3 years ago
Fred’s apprentice did his utmost best..
Doug K about 3 years ago
The next “speaker” is an “illusionist”: He will “cut Fred in half” and then …
Imagine about 3 years ago
How did he die? Did he build a coffin around himself and then couldn’t get out anymore?
Jeff0811 about 3 years ago
You would think Fred would have planned ahead, and make a coffin with all the bells and whistles. (Now I want one, but with only whistles. People will think I led a noble (no bell) life).
The Brooklyn Accent Premium Member about 3 years ago
“Please don’t bury me down in that cold cold ground;
No, I’d druther have ’em cut me up and pass me all around.
Throw my brain in a hurricane, and the blind can have my eyes,
And the deaf can take both of my ears if they don’t mind the size.
Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer.
Put my socks in a cedar box; just get ’em" out of here.
Venus de Milo can have my arms. Look out! I’ve got your nose!
Sell my heart to the junkman, and give my love to Rose.
Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free.
Give my knees to the needy—don’t pull that stuff on me!
Hand me down my walking cane, it’s a sin to tell a lie;
Send my mouth way down south, and kiss my ass goodbye."
—John Prine (R.I.P.)
KEA about 3 years ago
ya really don’t appreciate what some folks do until they’re gone.
dwpbike about 3 years ago
i had a grandfather who could do things like this
goboboyd about 3 years ago
Ah, bricks and boards. To the end!
cuzinron47 about 3 years ago
Cinder blocks? Must be a redneck funeral.
billrad about 3 years ago
You do the hokey pokey …
Lablubber about 3 years ago
Funerals just weren’t the same after that Schrödinger guy started making caskets.
schaefer jim about 3 years ago
Just knock it together.
humorist54 Premium Member about 3 years ago
What, no band-aids or duct tape?