That is cool as shit.

Angel Pantoja Medina Stood Upright At His Wake. What Did You Do Today, Lazy Ass? | Guanabee
Angel Pantoja Medina Stood Upright At His Wake. What Did You Do Today, Lazy Ass?
While many young men dream of cars and ladies or Michael Phelps standing over their beds wearing nothing but his gold medals, twenty-four-year-old Angel Pantoja Medina of Puerto Rico had a different dream: To stand upright at his wake when he died. Dream a lil’ dream, Angelito! And, thanks to a special embalming treatment and an untimely death, his wack-ass dream came true! Aw, happy endings:
Dressed in a Yankees baseball cap and sunglasses, Pantoja was mourned by relatives while propped upright in his mother’s living room.His brother Carlos told the El Nuevo Dia newspaper the victim had long said he wanted to be upright for his own wake: “He wanted to be happy, standing.”Angel was found dead last Friday, buried underneath a bridge. They’re still investigating the cause of death. Not being investigated? How this is going to effect that one caterer who didn’t get the memo and kept wondering why impeccably coordinated dude in the corner kept side-eyeing him all day.
Puerto Rico corpse kept upright for 3-day wake

That is cool as shit.
I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.


Fuck that, what if some nerves get activated and he lunges forward or he falls over....or your crazy uncle walks up and starts talking to him not knowing he's who the funeral is for........I picture some weekend at Bernies shit.....Weekend At Angels?
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012


a bit too real for me.
I think I'm going to have my arms attached to my ass and my legs sutured on to my shoulders. Then I'd like to be sat at the head of the table at Sizzlers on Saturday night with a beer in my new hand foot and a corn dog held in my toes at the end of my leg arms.
I always thought it would be cool to be stuffed and mounted in the driver's seat of the panel-station wagon (previously owned by Elvis) that hangs above the bar at the Hard Rock in Honolulu.
NEVER write a check with your mouth that you can't cash with your ASS!!
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I can run faster mad than you can scared
"All right brain... I don't like you and you don't like me. So let's just do this and I'll get back to killing you with beer" ~ Homer Simpson


He'd fit right in with the 2008 Yankees.
That is some classy garb he was buried in.
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