The ghost of Tupac stole the show at Coachella Sunday night and now discussions are under way to possibly take a virtual version of the deceased rapper on tour. Is this the beginning of the tour of dead celebrities? Is this concept creepy or cool? An interesting article in the Wall Street Journal explains the process and technology used in resurrecting Tupac.
Duck Dynasty Camo Urn
Duck Dynasty is my new guilty pleasure, and after watching a couple of episodes I could tell right away that the Duck Commander, Phil Robertson and his son Willie, who serves as the company CEO are both educated and savvy businessmen.
I’ve learned a few things watching the show, like how many species there are of duck, the fact that ducks have keen eye sight and the great lengths the hunters go to to blend in with the environment, including not showering or washing their clothes during hunting season and of course, the art of duck calling.
To celebrate the life of the outdoors man we created camouflage cremation urns in three patterns: bass fishing, woodland print, and a marshy print with flying water fowl for the duckaholics. The urns are solid brass that are dipped in the same coating used to camo trucks, ATV’s, and other outdoor gear and make a fitting tribute for the fisherman or hunter. Until that day comes though, happy hunting!
What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger. Oh, Really?
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Seems like I hear this phrase a lot lately. I don’t use it, because I’m not sold on it. But for years, I’ve heard others say it with conviction. Kanye squeezed a hit out of it.
Toyota is using the Kelly Clarkson tune for the 2012 Camry campaign.
Christopher Hitchens confirmed my uneasiness with his essay on the subject in Vanity Fair. “Before I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer a year and a half ago, I rather jauntily told the readers of my memoirs that when faced with extinction I wanted to be fully conscious and awake, in order to “do” death in the active and not the passive sense. And I do, still, try to nurture that little flame of curiosity and defiance: willing to play out the string to the end and wishing to be spared nothing that properly belongs to a life span. However, one thing that grave illness does is to make you examine familiar principles and seemingly reliable sayings. And there’s one that I find I am not saying with quite the same conviction as I once used to: In particular, I have slightly stopped issuing the announcement that “Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
Happy St. Patty’s Day
Bad Trip, Death on the Road
There’s an interesting discussion going on at an the Escapees RV Club where one of the posters asked this question:
“What would you do if you or your spouse died and you are a long way from home or where your family is located? Do any of you have any plans for such a situation? If so what are they?”
Some of the answers in the forum advocate per-arranging with a funeral home, and allowing for transportation of the body and vehicles if necessary and other incidentals that people that travel and live an RV might factor in.
We’ve had a few situations with clients who were traveling and death occurred. Two of which were honeymooners. One lady who had been married for two weeks lost her husband in Puerto Rico and had to wait 10 days before she could bring him home.