Let Them Put The ” Fun” into Funeral!

 

This is a traditional solid pine coffin- you can get it in made pine and other materials and it will  come in a array of colors too.

And then there are Non Traditional Coffins

They are made to look like ballet slippers and  Nintendo game controllers and even cellphones ,  and then there are coffins like these-

behold

Fantasy Coffins made in Ghana,  Africa

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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These fantasy coffins are made to order.

Six people can all order a  the same guitar-shaped coffin from a manufacture who specializes in that choice but the African Fantasy Coffins are designed specifically for an individual and reflect an aspect of their personality.

The craftsmen are as involved in the Funeral Planning as the Funeral Director which is not such a bad idea. Death is such an overwhelming process that we can all use a guide or two can only be helpful.

I think if my family had to sit down and design a coffin for me they would go traditional and it would probably be pink because they know I would  choose this:

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It’s not an actual coffin.

Yet.

Jesus Cakes

( As macabre as I am, no way in Hell would I carve up a cake head that looks like Jesus and eat it with ice cream)

I know we are all aware of the recent court ruling that says no one shall force a baker to bake anything  except for Jesus Cakes for Jesus People.

I’m not being snarky, that is exactly what it is all about.

Jesus

Jesus

Jesus Christ why is this even an issue?

(This is exactly what it looks like- this is a resurrection cake because Jesus.)

I have worked for two bookstores in the  past- mega chain stores that sold things like The Turner Diaries, Books about how to make bombs, Porn and those Oprah Winfrey recommended books ( all of which I hated )

Of course the ” mission statement” stated that we sold books- even the banned books, the gross books the books that most people wouldn’t buy let alone read and if they did they wouldn’t even bother to burn it or shred it up for fear of having its remains show up in the air we breathe.

Yeah, it sounds noble. It’s also a load of baloney.

What it came down to is the bottom line.

If your business is selling books you’re not going to dump inventory that you can sell and make a profit from.  It defeats the purpose of running a bookstore.

So if there are bakers who only want to bake Jesus Cakes for Jesus People the only thing that is going to get hurt in the long run is their own bottom line.

For example, if I know that a bakery only bakes Jesus Cakes for Jesus People, I will  not recommend them to anyone, even Christian Extremists because of this : I’m guessing that if their bottom line tanks because I won’t be the only person who feels this way,  the Jesus Bakers who only want to bake Jesus  Cakes for Jesus People will have to raise their prices.

Plus they’ll have to limit their inventory and staff.

Doesn’t sound like a very reliable bakery, does it?

All you will be able to get are cakes that a Jesus Baker SAYS you can have.

 

(  Jesus looks like the reason why open bars at weddings aren’t always such a good idea )

So if you have a Jesus Bakery in your community, it’s best to not recommend them to anyone- not even the “traditional” friends you have who are looking for Wedding Cakes or cookies or whatever the heck else they sell that Hostess and Little Debbies doesn’t cover because in a Jesus Bakery where they make Jesus Cakes for Jesus People the customer is not a priority.

The Jesus Baker and their personal opinions are the priority.

There are a lot of great bakeries who put their customers first- and at the time of a wedding or a baby shower or birthday or graduation I’m sure that even Jesus would want that for you too.

Phooey On That

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This is the Gum Wall in Seattle.

It’s famous.

Hamish
By A.M. Moscoso

This is my dog, Hamish Macbeth.

He should be famous but he is not.

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The concept of ‘fame’ is grossly overrated.

 

Daily Post: Fame

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!

The Swim Reaper

Every year I plan and take my dream vacation.

My dream vacations used to involve spas, facials, sun, new clothes and salt water taffy.

I can find the best salt water taffy anywhere- send me to Mars or Titan ( oh pluheeez someone send me there ) and I will score the best salt water taffy WITHOUT the use of a phone app. It’s like magic with me.

We all have our gifts and special talents and that one is mine.

In the end though I will hit Google and punch in something like ” cemeteries ” or ” Ghost Tours  and then my dream trip turns into  something else entirely.

My plans to have the ultimate facial turns into me packing my trusty everyday face cleaner and Oil of Olay lotion. My new clothes get re shelved  and I start pulling out my favorite t-shirts and favorite worn out jeans and hiking boots.

I fold them nicely so they won’t wrinkle-most of the time.

Then I pack my camera, my laptop and whatever book I’m reading at the time and I’m ready to go.

The reality is, I don’t end up on the beach, or at a resort or having dinner and sipping wine under the stars while tossing out meaningful, insightful thoughts and ideas with other Suburban Escapees.

I end up somewhere else now days-  usually at a graveyard or at a counter in a diner tossing back popcorn shrimp and hearing stories from someone who saw a UFO or meeting someone who says they went school with a serial killer.

I sort of miss those Dream Vacation Days. They were romantic, exciting, planned safe. They were predictable in a very unpredictable world.

But over the years I’ve discovered that dream vacations should be like real dreams.

They should be strange, surreal, they should feel like those dreams where you’re falling from a cliff or a building or flying.

I now consider myself an adventurer- an explorer.

Except for the part about Salt Water Taffy.

I’m not giving that up.

I still go looking for it- and I always find it.

Always.

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Daily Prompt: Ceremony

My Grandparents Used To Be …

This is me, Anita Marie.

A long time ago I used to live in Hawaii and then we moved to Seattle.

I climbed trees lot. I even climbed them when the branches were covered with snow. I always made it to the top.

This is Luis.

He grew up in Iowa and used to raft on the Mississippi River. He used to climb trees during lightening storms. He used to get up into those branches as well.

He ended up in Seattle too.

We are about to meet our first Grandchild, Jemma.

I think she is destined to climb trees too.

I hope she makes it to the top like me and Luis did.

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