LONDON - A TOKEN OF MY GRIEF

 

 I’m all up for stoicism. Moaning little self-involved bitches make me feel ill. My granddad fought in a tank in a desert and saw his matey get eviscerated, then spent six months in a prisoner of war camp, and he wasn’t a little moaning bitch about it. Still though, once being stoic turns into a t-shirt that says, “My Husband Died of Cancer, and All I Got Was This Shitty Shirt,” you’ve officially gone too far and strayed into psychosis. You’ve also joined this company’s target audience.

Why waste valuable imagination on remembering what your dead relative looked like when you can have their plastic bust filled with their ashes sitting beneath their labotomized scalp? These people just don’t see the point in bland sentimentalization. Death is merely another area for you to express your kooky character – just like flashmobs or iPhone apps. And if you can’t afford a full-sized urn, get the “Keepsake” model and sit it next to the Pez dispenser you picked up at Legoland. 

ARRIGO SARKY

Comments

[cynthia]

wow this might be the creepiest shit i've ever seen. i hope they don't have kids in the house. this is definitely enough to leave permanent scars.

[vanessa]

is it possible to get any other body parts aswell?!

[mg]

this could make for a great horror film plot.

[Grant]

In Keith Richards' case he could use this as a giant coke bin. He already snorted his dad.

[Kellogian]

What's next? Flat-screen tombstones with tacky slideshows.

[TK]

I think that's already been done.

[poozer]

that goatee is going to live on forever. fuck yes.

[buttheadfacearsefacehead]

good god motherfucking fuckery fuck

sooooo wrong

[lou]

super goofy

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