Dying blows, so I’m always excited when someone does something fun with their corpse like take it sky diving or feed it to the homeless. That’s why I said a prayer for Bill Bremanti….well, I will when he finally dies. According to blog.makzine.com:
67-year-old Illinois native, Bill Bramanti built his future coffin in the shape of a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer can because he just really loves the beer.
Until he passes away, he’s using the coffin as a beer cooler, but admits that he has actually gotten inside the coffin to test the size.
He even threw a party where he used the coffin to store beers for his friends.
Bravo, Bill. It’s nice to see that you are going to the grave in a life-sized representation of what undoubtedly sent you to the grave. Can’t you go to the hereafter in a beer coffin that has a little quality? Whenever I drink PBR I wake up the next day feeling like Jesus on Easter. I will personally chip in a few extra dollars so you can upgrade to something fancy like Meister Brau or garbage can fluid. Bill, listen to me. You don’t have to spend your last days drinking something that tastes like Brillo Pads and motor oil. This is was what are interventions are for.
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I remember meister brau. Went through you quicker than anything. Do they still make it.
I don’t know, but I love referencing it. It was a hilariously cheap can of beer with two crappily drawn steins of beer on it. Amazing.
At least it’s not a Coors Light or Natural Ice coffin… The man’s got a bit of dignity.
Jesus, Cory, were you drinkin’ some Meister Chow when you wrote this piece?
Exhibit A:”I’ll will personally chip in a few extra dollars so you can upgrade to something fancy like Meister Brau or garbage can fluid.”
It’s either “I’ll am” or “I’ll was”, but never “I’ll will”
Exhibit B:”Isn’t this was what interventions are for?”
A little Yoda creeping in there?
If you want the truth, Newt. I posted this right before I left…to go out drinking. You wouldn’t hold a little typo like that in the face of an evening out on the town would you?
Thanks for pointing it out. All fixed.
You put off going out for drinks to write this?! Bravo, that takes dedication, if it was me I wou….. screw it, its time for a drink.
Buried in a beer can? Five man points for you, Mr. Bramanti.
Hey hey.. We do it classy in Illinois, motherfuckers!