A celebration of the life of Mickey Easterling, a New Orleans philanthropist and party giver who died April 14, was held at the Saenger Theatre Tuesday evening April 22, 2014. The arrangements included a display of Ms. Easterling's body, sitting on a wrought-iron bench, with a Champagne glass in one hand and a cigarette holder in another. (Photo by Kathleen Flynn, NOLA.com l The Times-Picayune)
Hookers too? Sorry, I’m going to have to pass on this brainy idea.
I worked in Funeral Service for three years. In south Georgia we wouldn't do that.
Degeneracy reaches no end point on its downward spiral. Ever increasing stimulation is required for the degenerate to maintain the same feelings of “aliveness.”.
New Orleans, what in THE hell? This is what we rebuilt you for?
I want my Katrina taxes back.
I wouldn’t be too shocked to hear that most of these stiff are registered to vote in the Nov elections.
personally I’m for the roast and toast, but this is nothing new, in the past many people had the deceased posed and they even took photographs with them. It just proves that history repeats.
Umm, remember the episode of The Twilight Zone where the astronauts landed and it was a cemetery?
And people were “buried “ like this?
Great TV but in real life? Not for me.
Weekend at Bernie’s
Booze and Smokes
Ghoulish
Life imitates art.
Although macabre, this is an old tradition.
The Victorians made a big deal of posing their dead, sometimes as if they were still alive, and taking pictures. Apparently, prior to photography, people would have portraits done of their dead.
There are countless videos on youtube featuring families with their dead babies. I haven’t seen videos of older children yet... but I haven’t been looking, either.
Any bets on how this funeral home would pose Bill Clinton’s carcass?
I'm not scared of dying
And I don't really care
If it's peace you find in dying
Well, then let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dying
And if dying time is here just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there
I hear that it's cold way down there
Yeah, crazy cold way down there
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on
Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell
Yes, only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on, yeah yeah
Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally
Oh, I want to go naturally
Here I go, hey hey
Here comes the devil right behind
Look out children
Here he comes, here he comes, hey
Don't want to go by the devil
Don't want to go by demon
Don't want to go by Satan
Don't want to die uneasy
Just let me go naturally
And when I die and when I'm dead, dead and gone
There'll be one child born
In our world to carry on, to carry on, yeah yeah
Burn me up and dump me on the Parade Deck on Parris Island.
I have always told my family that I bite the dust I don't want my casket stuck in the corner of the room. Usually mourners make a brief stop at a casket then go on to visit with others leaving the poor dead person alone in the corner of the room.
I want my open casket in the center of the room. I am to be propped up with a cigarette, Martguerita & iPhone within reach.
IOW, it's my funeral and I want to be the center of attention. Yes, I realize it is all about optics. But those are my instructions & if they are not followed I will haunt then until the end of time.
Unfortunately, being only 45 and with the way this country’s going, I expect to end up in a ditch with a bullet in the back of my head.
Hopefully I can take a number of the bastards out before they get me, but I’ll be a cheap funeral. The buzzards will also be grateful.