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Oh boy, I'll have to get on that free dream funeral essay right away. Who would come? My son would show up. Too funny.
Posted by: Theresa | June 27, 2013 at 09:18 AM
‘out-of-the-box’ promotion
Quite the opposite, I'd say.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | June 27, 2013 at 09:21 AM
they could at least throw in a free box seat
Posted by: ligirl | June 27, 2013 at 09:26 AM
People are just dying to do this promotion. Heh...get it ? Its a joke......
Posted by: LeDud | June 27, 2013 at 09:50 AM
A free funeral 'this summer'?
Let's hope I don't need one this summer.
That would be a bummer
Posted by: poker | June 27, 2013 at 09:54 AM
Wow, my own dugout...
Posted by: Bill Hudgins | June 27, 2013 at 10:30 AM
My perfect funeral would involve me walking in halfway and going "Guys, that's not me in the coffin."
Posted by: Alien8 | June 27, 2013 at 11:42 AM
Can you nominate people for the funeral? Because I've got a little list of society offenders who might well be underground, and never would be missed.
Posted by: Captain Spoilsport | June 27, 2013 at 11:42 AM
Maybe you can have your beloved pet or a roast-chicken carcass in the coffin. That would make it less grisly. Or! Have a Ribs 'n' Wings Extravaganza, where everyone throws the bones in the coffin! I'm going on the phone right now to the PigPots or whoever they are.
Posted by: Just Some Guy | June 27, 2013 at 11:49 AM
It's Minor League Baseball; that's a dead giveaway.
Posted by: Ralph | June 27, 2013 at 12:23 PM
I'm dying for a chance to enter this.
And J. Some Guy? Wouldn't the chicken bones be "less gristley"?
Posted by: PirateBoy the Dead Chef | June 27, 2013 at 12:28 PM
Pirateboy - they'd be fowl
Posted by: ligirl | June 27, 2013 at 12:33 PM
Phillies phans-- a rare breed indeed
Posted by: MazarLarry | June 27, 2013 at 12:39 PM
Baseball and chickens go well together, ligirl.
Most fans wait for the chance to catch a fowl ball.
Unless they are chicken.
Or unless they are/were the chicken.
Posted by: PirateBoy the Music Fan | June 27, 2013 at 02:48 PM
If you can tear yourself away from the urinal video games, a funeral is the way to go.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | June 27, 2013 at 03:22 PM
When I die, I want my ashes scattered over Ted Nugent. While he's performing.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | June 27, 2013 at 07:17 PM
My mentor's funeral was at the Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle in DC -- it was her neighborhood parish. It was a beautiful mass in a stunning building. Even the July heat and humidity was stopped by the cool of the stone.
The meal after for closest friends and family was at a local restaurant. As her protege, I had been assigned a task. I was told to keep an eye out for others.
"I heard it was supposed to snow" was my assigned line, planted to see who would flee to stock up on milk and toilet paper. As a former resident of Moscow, Rosalie detested the wimpiness showed in our nation's capital almost as much as she detested Dan Quayle. Sure enough, a couple of people took the bait and were knocked backwards by the heat at the door outside of the air conditioning.
A few of us raised our glasses, catching each other's eyes. The others pulled their pranks, each followed by a glass raised.
Me? I want to have a cell phone in the urn set to play bagpipe music as the ring tone. Someone should probably extract the phone before scattering my ashes over a large outdoor food event.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | June 27, 2013 at 08:33 PM
Does a Viking pyre in a long boat count?
Posted by: Loudmouth | June 27, 2013 at 11:17 PM
That's what kids are for.
Posted by: Hanna | June 28, 2013 at 12:18 AM