Wait, they can do that?
For as far back as I can remember, my grandfather would tell me, “I want to be buried in a coffee can.” Everybody knew of this request. He drank coffee occasionally, but he wasn’t a coffee fanatic. He was just…overly thrifty. We always joked about it with him, but when he died, we found out that he had a coffee can saved for the occasion, and had it for quite some time. When making his arrangements, my mother and aunt were told that he could not be buried in a coffee can because it was against federal law.
So why does he get to be buried in a Pringles can?
It didn’t say that the can was put inside of an urn, which we were told we couldn’t do either. I’m guessing that we were probably lied to.
His can of choice was Maxwell House.
This is why I am donating my body to science. The insanely strict policies on burial are dumb. The idea of rotting away, wasted and of no use to anyone or anything (all the while in an expensive casket!), is repulsive to me.
My grandfather was an organ donor, but because of what he died from, they could only use his eyes.
I’m not sure if he even knew or considered the alternative.
I plan on going the taxidermy/animatronics route so I can still be brought out for family functions and parties. I need to start recording my wise sayings & humorous anecdotes.
Man, I wanna come to *your* family reunions.
You have wise sayings & humorous anecdotes?
“Moooom! The Stu-bot is making inappropriate comments about your math skills again!”