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My coffin will be in the back of my PT, followed by my PGR buds and PT car club friends. I will be laid out in my Dale, Jr. red shirt, jeans and my leather jacket and chaps and a cig in my left hand. No flowers, please, except red roses if necessary.
When my (ex) brother-in-law died last summer, his exwife, sons and girlfriend decided no fancy suit, etc. Instead, he was in his familiar black tshirt and jeans with his sunglasses sticking out the shirt pocket. His beat-up favorite jacket was on a hook nearby. Some oldsters were aghast, but we all thought it was great.
My sister-in-law did more or less the same with her father. He'd been living with her and to summon anyone, squeezed a joke chicken. They had the chicken right next to him and most of us gave it a squeeze or two. His elderly sisters were not amused.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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