Bill Bramanti loves his Pabst Blue Ribbon so much that he commissioned a custom Pabst can coffin for himself. USA Today quotes Bill as saying, "I actually fit, because I got in here."
Everything about this story strikes me as all kinds of wrong:
Entering your coffin before you die is creepy
Having a coffin designed based on a beer can is bizarre.
If you are going to love a beer that much, why Pabst Blue Ribbon?
Oh - and let's not forget about the part where he throws a party and fills the coffin with ice and beer for his friends. It was not Halloween.
Anyone else interested in a custom coffin? If so, of what? If you've got a food related one, I'll be happy to write about it, but please expect mocking.