Funeral at Waffle House

This might seriously be one of the most depressing things ever.

"Clark's jacket was slung over his favorite chair, and black coffee, milk and cigarettes sat side by side on the counter, the way he always placed them.

The 67-year-old bachelor's ashes were placed on the hood of a Chevrolet parked in his favorite parking space."

You die, alone, at 67, and they hold your funeral at a WAFFLE HOUSE, with your ashes in the parking lot, on the hood of a car.

I'd rather be ground up, and have someone sneak me into a tofu factory, so a bunch of hippies end up eating RAW HUMAN.

http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/South/06/13/offbeat.waffle.house.funeral.ap/index.html