Boy, T folks would just be dying to find one like that in a barn!
It would guarantee your last ride to be a rough one!
Ah, but you would be in heaven twice.
No one has complained so far.
If the passenger in the back says anything, you may want to pull over!
Easy folks, those guys were the last one to let anybody down.
To heck with a shiny, modern, Cadillac hearse. I'd rather make my last trip in a Model T Ford. Or just haul me in an old farm wagon pulled by mules. I also told my family several times, that I just want to be put to rest in a common pine box. I suppose I should get one ready and keep it in my barn. That's what folks did in the old days.
Hey Rick - I want the plain pine box too. I'm not Catholic, but one of the recent Popes was planted in a Pine box. If it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me. I wonder if a Pine casket would be an acceptable project for a local vocational school? Probably some idiot administrator would say no, but I think that it would be great.
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I am too broke to afford a casket. I want my ashes mixed into some black oil-based paint, and brushed onto the inside of a nice antique car, where the lumps will be hidden by the upholstery.
I figure I have been a part of the antique car hobby this long? Why not awhile longer?
Love the white knobby rear tires,
You can usually find "pine box" coffins on ebay. Apparently, there is a small demand for new ones. I think they are usually listed in the "everything else" category.
Wayne -- For your sake, I hope that antique car doesn't get transformed into a hot rod in the future.
I recall back in high school, there was a kid who built a coffin for his shop class project. I believe he planned to save on his final expenses. Never heard how that worked out. Yes, we all thought he was a bit strange.
Ride in one if you want, but those are awful to drive. Except for what is directly in front of you, you can't see anything. That one does have quarter windows whereas the one I drove did not, but still, they're so narrow that you wind up sitting very close to center and the mirrors tend to be pretty worthless..
Note the absence of bling where they painted the hubcaps. They didn't knock out all of the brightwork but painting the hubcaps seems to be an intentional move.
Here's another. Back in 2011 our club, The Tennessee T's, had a tour based out of Winchester, Tennessee and we went by the local Parlor to view a Model T that they have on display. The guy standing there is Charlie, one of our members.
This seems like a good place to tell my favorite Arizona story:
Friend of a friend decided he was finally old enough to go south for the winter. Kickin' around Wickenburg way, he was getting bored as heck when he found a bunch of guys who would get together a couple of times a week to rope. Well, it wasn't a formal arrangement, but he eased into it and made a couple of friends. One day, a new pal pointed across the arena to an old boy and told him, "See that old man ? 92, still ridin', still ropin'." Well, this just fired him with a burning desire to talk to that old boy and learn the "secret" of his continued vigor, but first he had to get acquainted, then friendly enough to open a personal conversation. Well, that day finally arrived, and when he asked the question that had been eating him up ever since he seen that old man, the old guy squinted a little, poked a bony finger in his chest and told him, "Sonny, I got one word of advice to tell you. You get a chance to die, you TAKE IT !!"
Guy gets in a cab and they take off. About halfway to his destination, he realizes he needs to stop at a store to pick something up, so he reaches forward and tape the driver on his shoulder to get his attention. Suddenly the cab swerves and hits a telephone pole.
After they get things straightened out, the guy apologizes to the driver. The Driver tells him,"Oh, it's not your fault! This is my first day driving a cab, so you startled me!" "why is that," he asked. "Because all I drove before were hearses!"
On the subject of pine boxes, I have always been close friends with our local funeral director as he is a year or two older. In the seventies, he had a very heavy set client weighing an estimated six hundred pounds and so rotund that no off the shelf casket would fit. He had one custom made at the local carpenter shop, but the guy cut corners and didn't use any metal angle bracing for the bottom. The director had used a hoist that he had, to get the client into the coffin, but because of the location of the hoist; couldn't use it to load his hearse. He called me and every friend that was available during the day and six of us tried to load the casket. We got it off the casket table and about four inches off it, we heard to sound of wood screws and wood separating. We set it back down and he called the city road maintenance department who bought a tractor with a loader. To this day, I never have asked him how he got the casket out at the church, But someone told me that a tractor and loader was used at the cemetary.
I gave my son Martin Johnson his last ride on the back of his 1926 orchard Truck. The funeral director objected but I prevailed.