I thought I'd post something different today. I found this site a few weeks ago and I know several people who might be keenly interested.
Like the logo says, it's called Holy Smoke. It's a service that was thought up by a couple of game wardens in Alabama. A couple of hard core outdoorsmen with an ironic twist to their sense of humor.
It seems for starting around $800.00, they will load cremated ashes of you or your loved one into rifle or shotgun shells (I'm assuming mixed in with the shot and the powder) so you can go to your final sendoff with a real bang.
Okay, that was bad, I know. But it was there. I had to use it.
I can think of several people right offhand who would love to have this as their last hurrah. As a matter of fact, I can think of maybe a dozen people who, after reading this will saying "Babe! I'm changing my will!"
Heck, if they could think of a way to make cremains into arrow shafts I think they could get almost the entire place to sign up. I'll have to suggest that...
But as far as my night on the front desk went, I got nothing. I mean, I spent most of the night as an extra in the control center with Vinnie and Miz Twang and Sgt Loompa. Didn't really do much. I actually volunteered to do things just so I would have something to do.
Aside from almost choking to death while eating a pear (that's pear, not pair) once or twice.... I got nothing.
Tuesday (on the bench, could be anywhere) is going to be Punk For A Day Day. Oh, that is so not cool. Not in orison, anyway. It's also going to be Sourest Day (as opposed to Sweetest Day, I assume?) and the XTERRA World Championships.
Don't forget to clean your muzzle afterwards!
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