Oh, don't write me off just yet. This shopping excursion is (fictional) only taking place because I lack the faith in my mother, hubby or kids to choose appropriately. After all we're talking about my final home sweet home of where I will spend eternity. Or... at least until the coffin caves in and the worms play pinochle on my snout.
So, I'm pondering, what would be the most appropriate final resting receptacle? Too many choices. Too many decisions. This is worse than shopping for swim wear.
Crazy Coffins are making a difficult decision even harder. Coffins shaped like guitars, cars, boats and more. I myself am leaning towards the basket weave.
Ah, to hell with it! I'm renting a permanent room at the Propeller Island City Lodge in Berlin. I'll be in the Coffin Room.
This one is mine but you can book one of their other over-the-top rooms.
P.S. Did you know that I actually used to work for a funeral home/cemetery. Yep. It's true.
Haunt on!
Really...you did? Not surprised, that explains a lot actually :D
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. That was fun!
Cheers!
Well, I was creepy before that but to save face that's where I lay the blame :D
ReplyDelete