I can’t think of anything I’d like to be buried in more than a giant replica beer can. None of that sissy fancy stuff though, I want a Pabst can. Wait…what? Somebody beat me to it? Shucks, I thought I was the only person on the planet who was devoted enough to cheap beer to be buried with it. Guess i’m the fool.

Bill Bramanti of an Illinois town too embarrassed to be named had this endlessly tasteful casket, which also touts his construction company’s name on the side, custom made by a Chicago sign company. He then proceeded to throw a party, using his eternal vessel as a beer cooler.
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I’ll give Bill one thing, no one will be crying at his funeral. But one has to wonder, is Mr. Bramanti a true Pabst lover, or just the latest in a series of company ploys to tap into the earthworm market? There’s more to this than meets the eye. Look at his smug smile, and notice how he turned the label on the can toward the camera…
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