I’m going for a Viking funeral cause I know I won’t get a Sky funeral. My wife’s cheap & I already have a boat.
Yea, but I want someone to sneak a bag of popcorn down my throat before going in the oven.
I want to be the first Jiffy Pop cremation.
Told the kids to go on Craigslist, find an Eskimo Ice Float service, get me a seat in first Class. Throw in an oar and a fishing pole in case I change my mind.
I used to snark that I wanted to be composted. Now that a couple of states have actually made that legal, they’ve taken all the fun out of that idea.
Dad used to say “Die young and leave a good lookin’ corpse.” Too late for that now.
That’s one reason I started working out again a couple of years ago…”Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.”
Well, I damn sure lived fast, didn’t manage to die young, but I can still leave a beautiful corpse.
Even one of the nurses last week, when I had to remove my shirt for some tests, mentioned that I was in very good shape for someone in their 60s.
She was in her 40s with a nice rack and I almost took a shot…
At this age, what do I have to loose?
Dammit Kev, you left off the, “Bear Claw Sez” from the header. Stealing my idea, that ain’t right.
You didn’t tell me to say that. I can change it if you wanna…
To late
Cremation. My method of choice to exit to Valhalla. Besides, I am claustrophobic and could never tolerate a coffin even in death. And I will go out warm versus being cold forever six feet under. Not to mention cheaper. Burn baby, burn!
Tannerite up yer ass?
At least it will be a smokin hot ass.
The disturbing thing about cremation (still my choice) is that at some point, however briefly, the meat is perfectly roasted medium rare.
No cremation for me.
Scatter my remains at Disneyland.
I live on an island with active volcanos. So there could be a mass cremation, I’ll cuddle up with the jiffy pop , mentos and coke….
I’m going for a Viking funeral cause I know I won’t get a Sky funeral. My wife’s cheap & I already have a boat.
Yea, but I want someone to sneak a bag of popcorn down my throat before going in the oven.
I want to be the first Jiffy Pop cremation.
Told the kids to go on Craigslist, find an Eskimo Ice Float service, get me a seat in first Class. Throw in an oar and a fishing pole in case I change my mind.
I used to snark that I wanted to be composted. Now that a couple of states have actually made that legal, they’ve taken all the fun out of that idea.
Dad used to say “Die young and leave a good lookin’ corpse.” Too late for that now.
That’s one reason I started working out again a couple of years ago…”Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.”
Well, I damn sure lived fast, didn’t manage to die young, but I can still leave a beautiful corpse.
Even one of the nurses last week, when I had to remove my shirt for some tests, mentioned that I was in very good shape for someone in their 60s.
She was in her 40s with a nice rack and I almost took a shot…
At this age, what do I have to loose?
Dammit Kev, you left off the, “Bear Claw Sez” from the header. Stealing my idea, that ain’t right.
You didn’t tell me to say that. I can change it if you wanna…
To late
Cremation. My method of choice to exit to Valhalla. Besides, I am claustrophobic and could never tolerate a coffin even in death. And I will go out warm versus being cold forever six feet under. Not to mention cheaper. Burn baby, burn!
Tannerite up yer ass?
At least it will be a smokin hot ass.
The disturbing thing about cremation (still my choice) is that at some point, however briefly, the meat is perfectly roasted medium rare.
No cremation for me.
Scatter my remains at Disneyland.
I live on an island with active volcanos. So there could be a mass cremation, I’ll cuddle up with the jiffy pop , mentos and coke….