How do you wanna be buried?

Been thinking about this lately. I'm only 42, but only God knows how long I've got.
Here's what I want to take with me.....
A Packard valve cover, OHV V8 only.
The hood badge off my Consul Capri.
Pictures of my wife and kids.
Tin snips.
A copy of the Koran, I don't know if the mullahs are gonna dig that request, fuck 'em I want it anyhow!
An E bass guitar string and one copy each of my musical output.
A hula hoop and a crescent wrench.
A little bag of Lumen Food's Wild Jurquee.
Also I don't want a coffin, a simple sheet will do, I wanna be eaten by worms and replenish Mother Earth as quickly as possible.
I don't want no ranting and raving about one religion over another, that shit's all man made.
I want my homies and compadres to be drunk and silly and have a big ol' sing song.

That's about it, how about you?

 

I want to be wearing my 'fuck me i'm mexican' t-shirt.

 

I wanna be cremated(sp)and have my ashes slowly poured down the carb at W.O.T. of whatever rod I have at the time.

 

traditional...........

 

THIS IS DIRTY!!!!!!
i saw titus's comedy show a couple weeks ago. i know hes is hated here, but hes funny. he talked about how his dad just died, and before he died he told titus that he wanted to be in a cardboard box at his funeral and to let everyone that he ever pissed off in his life to piss on him. then creamate his body and put his ashes in a doushe and find a hooker to let him have one more shot. sweet huh? -jeff

 

<font color="green">Funny you should ask this question as Mama and I buried a 23 year old friend yesterday.

It occured to me, as I watched them carry his casket to the thing that lowers it into the ground, that I don't.

Cremate me.

I won't give a crap what you do with me after that.

I do like the top fuel idea.

I'd probably just foul the plugs.</font>

 

"Your Funeral, My Trial"

 

told the wife to cremate me,put me in her douchebag,and run me thru one more time.

 

who cares you'll be dead.

 

"In his Cadillac to Heaven he was wavin' the banner
He left like he lived, in a lively manner
With a-hundred dollar bills in his fingers tight
He had flowers for wheels and a-flashin' headlights
He been wishin' for wings, no way he was walkin'
Talkin' 'bout Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin"

Stevie Ray Vaughn

 

FACE DOWN -BUTT UP or toasted to a grey powder and dumped on my freinds at BTT50's -lol

 

preferably not alive....

 

Face down so the world can kiss my ass.

Seriously, cremated, big ole drunk party for all my friends ( 12 pak oughta cover it) with the money normally spent on a casket, traditional things, give everyone a chance to say what an asshole i was. Put my ashes in a Folgers coffee can, tie it to the back of a Harley with straight pipes get up to about 120mph, take the lid off, scatter me to the wind. Seriously.

 

Stuff me in my Mercury and bury it, 'cause ain't nobody 'round here knows what to do with it but me. Give the other cars to Jay (you know who you are.)

 

Viking Funeral for me!

 

Don't bury me, drop me,

At any NSRA event...

Anywhere on power park row would be fine.

From about 2000 feet up.

Somebody would have to videotape it...

"Do you hear a whistling sound?"

"yeah look up there, it looks like a 300lb white guy wearing a HAMB t-shirt and a kilt falling from a helicopter"

"Oh my God! he isn't wearing any underwear!"

WHUMP!

Car alarms, fiberglass splinters and stained tweed as far as the eye can see.

"Hey, he didn't pay his entry fee!"



...I really need to go to bed.

 

Interesting that you post this topic. Yesterday I went to the funeral of a fellow rodder. Besides there being 40+ rods there, guys wearing jeans and tee shirts, the most fitting was my departed friends last ride. They loaded him in the back of his 'Ole Blue 50 Chevy pickup, draped an American Flag over his casket, and his best friend and fellow rodder drove him to the cemetary. Then all the rods followed. Larry woulda loved it. That's the way to go.

 

My wife has standing orders to:
(A) scrap out any parts of me that anyone else can use(organ donor)
(B)Burn whats left
(C)Load some of my ashes into 12 guage shotgun shells,and go shoot some trap with me.
(D)Sprinkle a few of my ashes in Lake Erie,from the back of one of my JetSki's@70 mph. Fuck you if don't like it.
(E)Take some of my ashes to the local dragstrip and put me on the starting line,preferably during a SS/AA finals.
(F) Take some of me for one last ride on my hog and set me free.
(G)Whatever is left,put in the douche bag,and run me thru one more time.And after that.......
(H) Get all my friends together,because I am going to buy them one last round............

 

i want to be eatin by a satanic coven of hot &amp; horny, deranged, FEMALE strippers... then they will have a lesbian orgy in my bile &amp; fecal matter

 

Under ground. That is the only way I know of burying something. Who really cares, when you're dead you won't know what happens to you anyway.

 

4t64rd,
that was fucking brilliant. that nsra show in tampa was the biggest bunch of bullshit that i have ever been to.

 

first, i wanna' die peacefully in my sleep as my granddaddy did, not screaming in terror like his passengers...
nic

 

4t64rd,

That was pretty fuckin funny.


How do I wanna be buried? I don't. I believe that if you truely want to you can live forever.

So have simply chosen not to die. Easy as that. End of story.

Plus who the hell is gonna prove me wrong? If I drop dead, are you gonna tell me "I told ya so"?

JT.

 

There is a junkyard in Orange Massachusetts (called Riverside) and there is an old newspaper article on the wall about someone (not sure if it was a woman or a guy) that wanted to be buried in their car. I think it was an early 60's Chrysler, sorry I don't have the details, it was a long time ago since I've been there. The picture showed them lowering the car down into the hole.

 

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There is a junkyard in Orange Massachusetts (called Riverside) and there is an old newspaper article on the wall about someone (not sure if it was a woman or a guy) that wanted to be buried in their car. I think it was an early 60's Chrysler, sorry I don't have the details, it was a long time ago since I've been there. The picture showed them lowering the car down into the hole.

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dig that car up, rebuild it, and use the old farts bones as ornamentation...then sell it on ebay as a novelty item..

 

With the weather as it is in New England, I'm assuming it is there, my guess is that there wouldn't be much left of it by now. Who knows, maybe being under ground would be better than the salt exposure? I know I'd rather be underground than live back there again.

 

a rotting corpse would do wonders to the upholstery... dont think id touch it with a 10ft pole..

wonder how many people were buried in their cars unwillingly by the mob

 

For some reason I wanna be buried at sea, yep, tossed over the side. fish food.

For the life of me I can't figure out why.

 

I believe the artist Edward Kienholz (sp?) was buried in his car. A big ol Packard if I remember correctly.

You all would be suprised at what survives underground. My wife and I dug up some graves once. The graves were from the 1860's and lots of stuff was preserved. I went into one where the jacket was preserved (big Lincoln lookin thing). False teeth, buttons, bones, casket wood, material, shoes, and even a brain or two....although they just looked like old potatos to me.
Before you think we are grave robbers or something, I'll explain. My wife usta be an archeologist. I went on a few digs with her. The one I just explained was a situation where the graveyard needed to be moved for a development of some sort. We got paid to do it.

It was really wierd diggin into a grave. For the most part people just turn back into dirt. Gray, slimy, greasy dirt. And that was the worst part of it. Feeling that dirt. Weirdest feeling ever.

JT.

 

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Da family does not care for dat type of humor.
Keep dat up an youz might get your burial wish.
Do youz understand? Tell me I ain't gotta say dis again.


NADS- If you're gonna take the Koran, don't you think you should take your swastika gas pedal, you know, just to play it safe?


Me? Just bury me under whatever tree I happen to slam into.
...unless I'm killed by a jealous husband. If that happens, slip a pair of her panties in with me, and then tell him about it after they "pang" the last scoop of dirt on my grave with a shovel. Wouldn't that just piss a guy off?

Wait a minute... Why are you asking? Do you know something I don't? Am I gonna die? No... I'm to cute to die. Oh God! Why? Whyyyyyyyyy?!?


JOE