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August 29, 2010

AND SOME DAY, YOU'LL BE SOLD IN A GARAGE SALE

Music lovers can now be immortalised when they die by having their ashes baked into vinyl records to leave behind for loved ones.

(Thanks to Sean)

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Darn you Dave! I fell for it again. I hope the 'Manilow' presents you with your Emmy tonight. If I were a vinyl record what vinyl record would I be?

NC and the Sunshine Band

When you have your own band...

Good one Loudmouth! I used to love the song, 'Afternoon Delight'.

What good is having your ashes embedded in a record? Why not your voice, speaking a meaningful message forever memorable to your loved ones:

"Now please clean your room CLICK your room CLICK your room CLICK your....."

I wonder if they can press two different sets of ashes into the same vinyl record. The mash up possibilities would be endless.

Twenty years hence:

Side A - Ozzy Osbourne reads the Saint Crispin's Day speech from Henry V.

Side B - Keith Richards reads a portion of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Imagine the fun you will have inviting friends over for a listen and have them guess which side of the record is playing.

o/t but, will Dave be on the Red Carpet tonight and if so who is he wearing? o/t

So you can be Barry-ed with it?! Awesomeness!

Afternoon Delight was Starland Vocal Band. I was thinking more of this.

What do you hear if you play one of these backwards?

Dave didn't win the Emmy. I don't understand it. NOBODY watches the Tony Awards, which did win. I demand a recount.

The Grateful Dead will be, well, you know . . .

Teen Angel, can you hear me???

Unfortunately, my ashes will have to be scattered somewhere ugly. Every time I've decided on some place beautiful, my kids fall in love with that location. Then, they tell me I can't be scattered there because it will cause bad memory associations with the location.
I thought of just having myself flushed. But my kids might not ever go to the bathroom again.

But my kids might not ever go to the bathroom again.

That sounds like fun revenge from beyond the grave.

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