There was a time when I wanted my last great train ride to the sky to be in the KISS casket. That was before I saw this baby on boston.com a couple days ago:
I’ve since re-tooled my final request to involve a funeral with this casket, a priest reciting Barlett Giamatti’s famous “it breaks your heart” piece, mandatory Youk beards handed out to all guests at the front door, running commentary by Remy and DO (“Y’know, Red was something of a shitbag most of his life, but at least he’s going out in style.” “Agreed, Jerry.”) and “Dirty Water” at final procession. Oh and if Heidi Watney wants to do the embalming… I won’t protest.
