The hearses are a hit with bikers, veterans, even little old ladies, said Tombstone owner Jack Feather, who came up with the idea of hitching a hog to a burial coach five years ago and has sold 18.
Veterans’ families like the coach’s glass sides “because then they can view the flag-draped casket. It reminds them of a military caisson,” Feather said.
And seniors? “They think it’d be a real hoot for their friends to see them,” he said.
You can’t make the traditional burial worse than it already is. Or can you? Crikey!
The Munsters would be proud
Dude, awesome! Are they planning to expand to outside the USA?
I worked at a funeral home in college and the owner loved biker funerals. Many mortuaries would turn the bikers away but not my boss.
Those Hells Angels types have serious cash to burn and they die a lot!
Some even die on fire..
There are Dutch undertakers who offer bicycle drawn carts for those final journeys. And actually, I’ve been to a funeral where the mourners were taken on a bicycle tour along several favourite spots in town of the dear deceased, instead of having to listen to speeches. That was nice, though the excellent weather probably helped a lot.
When I die I won’t give a poop what my funeral is like. Funerals are for the living, not the deceased. I don’t care if my body is taken to the crematorium in a UPS truck, Uncle Dave’s 1983 Ford pickup, or a fancy hearse.
No. I have taste. And I will be cremated.
I have taste. And I will be cremated
Then you will taste burned.
I couldn’t be found dead on an off brand bike like that.
Fusion, I’m with you. I always want to buck the system, save my family some money. Have a wake or something. Prop me up against my favorite tree with a bottle of Makers and let the wildlife do the rest.
Seriously though, I went to a neighbors funeral/burial in the Caribbean and at the end (graveside), the family passed out the shovels and the men in the group buried the deceased. Seems weird, but it provided closure for the family.
A wheelchair-bound friend who died a couple years ago knew he was slipping into post-polio syndrome (same thing killed FDR, I’ve read) and commissioned a friend to modify a Harley with hand controls. He wanted to go riding fast down one of those impossible two-lane roads that drop down the east side of the Sierra Nevada mountains into the desert.
He died before the bike was complete but he would have appreciated knowing about this possibility – as a consolation prize, so to speak. Funerals may be for the living, but how they’re arranged can be a last statement for the dying as well.
Personally, I’m with undissembled. I want to be cremated and taste burned.