Apologies in advance, but I was doing a little research into straw bale homes, and look what turned up! I don't mean to be morbid or glib, but I have to admit, this delights me to no end. Ok, well, to SOME end, but I don't know when, or where, or how.
Ah... at last, I can feel the tide turning against those multi-layered titanium bomb shelters that people have been getting buried in for the last however long. For all you "first little pigs," you can finally shuffle off this mortal coil knowing that you'll be providing the creatures of dankness with a delicious picnic at the *earliest* possible moment.
I *love* this idea. Everyone should run right out and get one. What? Well, you might as well. And look! Up until your own personal Judgement Day, there are a 1001 uses! Here's my favorite sentence/s (a triumph of naturalistic ad copy, let me tell you):
"Some people buy the Basic Straw Coffin before they need one. This way they know that their wishes will be carried out. They use the large boxes for storage, as window seats, coffee tables, wine racks, book shelves or you think of a use................"
NOTE: All those ellipses -- presumably symbolizing a long contemplative silence -- were NOT added by me!
Lynn, think of all the basil we could grow on the roof!
AND, it's economical! For less than the price of most gym memberships, you can go from dust to dust in record time.
I'm compelled to mention, also, that running a close second in the "my favorite sentence" category is this gem:
"The hardware can be removed at the final destination." Heehee! I hope they have a socket set handy in Valhalla.
I'm not really an ad guy anymore, but just because I love these guys so much, I'm going to give them a freebie. Watch for their brand new ad banner, coming soon to a renewable funeral supply Web site near you:
Ahem.
"You caused your mother a heck of a lot of trouble when you came into this world. Why not go easy on Mother Earth................. on your way out?"
Hey! Can I get that to go?
Colin
http://www.ricestraw.com/coffin/
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Is it just me, or does this look like an elementary school teacher enduring a dreadful oral report?
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