Wednesday, December 16, 2020

the Gulf of Crazy

Ever wonder why your wife married you? Ever ponder the knowing or questioning 'look' that she gives you when you are talking crazy shit? Ever have the realization that she probably has no idea what you are talking about or why, and is thinking, "why did I marry this crazy person?".  

And you know as well as I that we have just scratched the surface of "crazy".

To wit:  Have you ever thought about your death and what to do about the darn funeral? More specifically, what to do with your body- Burial? Cremation? Taxidermy?  

Wait! Is taxidermy really an option? You bet it is! And as you are reading this right now, the germ of an idea is forming in your brain

For those that can't form ideas in their brain, try to form a picture: a nice basement lounge, or perhaps a man-cave for those that cannot get past the 90's; comfortable seating; a good sound system; a well stocked bar complete with beer taps. Standing behind the bar with a smile on his face and a hand on a tap is......you. The dead, perfectly preserved in taxidermic splendor, you. Go ahead, person that can't form ideas. Sidle up to that bar, stick your glass under the tap, and pull down that hand!

That, my friends, is the gulf of crazy that separates us.

-- dbdesgnr, 1/4/2016

thanks to L. M.  for clarifying the Gulf of Crazy
thanks to C. F.  for being bat-shit crazy


4 comments:

Richard Beatty said...

Taxidermy? Now there is an idea! Maybe just the head mounted on a nice slab quarter sawn oak. Now, the question: smile on the face? or frown? or surprise? Yes! Surprise!

David Beatty said...

this is actually a real thing. some guy in California I believe had himself (after he died of course) 'taxed' and the body was placed in a man cave for all his friends to view

Eric Zwieg said...

The ultimate narcissistic tombstone—"Here I am."

David Beatty said...

and, its portable. move it to a freeway overpass dangling a confederate flag or something

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