That was really fucking funny!
Made me fuckin' laugh, too.
Reminds me of something weird...
When I was a kid, I was walking home from school and there was a ton of shit sitting curbside at this house. At an early age, I was big into old books and I spied three dark 'books' standing on end amongst the junk. I decided I'd do a little garbage picking. When I lifted them up, I realized they weren't real books. They were metal, but designed to look like books, complete with names of 'authors' on the bindings.
"What a discovery," I thought.
I grabbed 'em and lugged 'em home with me, where I proudly put them on my bookcase alongside my other novels.
When my Dad came home from work (he was an embalmer), I rushed out to meet him and dragged him into my room to see my new treasures.
He said, "Ted, do you know what these are?"
I said something to the effect that they were imitation books.
He said, "Did you open this cap on top?"
He unscrewed it and I peered inside.
"It's filled with dirt," I said. "Why would they do that?"
He said, "That's not dirt. That's the ashes of a person who was cremated. The names on the bindings are those of the deceased and the accompanying dates are their birth and death dates.""
I shrieked in horror and ran out of the room.
He laughed hard and it was a month or so before I could sleep in my room for fear that it was haunted.
True story.
Didn't mean to hijack this thread, but Thierry's joke sparked that flashback.
