Boldly Go

Filed under: Errata — olivander May 21, 2009 @ 2:29 pm

Eternal Image specializes in what I guess one could paradoxically call lifestyle funerary products. If you’re a baseball fan, they have urn and casket designs reflecting the logos and colors of almost every major league team. There are Vatican Library and Precious Moments caskets and urns. And then there is the showstopper shown above: the “photon torpedo” casket that is part of the Star Trek collection. (There is also a fairly nifty United Federation of Planets urn if you chose to have the funeral home set their phasers for “disintegrate”.)

So what inspired this company? I’ll let them tell you in their own words:

[CEO Clint] Mytych challenged himself to find an industry where branding – and licensing – had little or no impact to date. After months of research, Mytych hit upon what may be licensing’s last frontier – the funeral industry. Together with his partners, Nick Popravsky and Donna Shatter, Mytych crafted a business plan to bring top licenses to the funeral business. Then he set out to acquire the rights to key licenses. Almost every company EI approached immediately saw the opportunity.

Their compassion to complete the lives of the dearly departed just brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?

The more earthly-minded might want to consider a Trappist casket, handcrafted by Iowa monks out of wood harvested from their own 1,200-acre forest. They’re the only source I’m aware of for old-style “shaped” caskets. Their handling of children’s caskets is especially touching.

For the very earthiest is the ultimate in “green” burial: being thrown unembalmed into a grave, sans casket.

I’ve always been partial to my grandfather’s preferred funeral: “Wrap me in a sheet and toss me in the ditch down by the railroad tracks.”

2 Comments »

  1. Instead of a dirge, they could play the Star Trek theme at the funeral! On a theremin!

    For my money, your grandfather’s method sound slike the best.

    My own father had given me specific instructions to be carried out after his demise. First, I must gather my sisters and have a drink on the 18th hole at the nearest golf course. Second, I am to drive the hearse myself to the cemetary. Then, when the pallbearers go to open the back, I am to scoot the far forward just out of their reach, and keep doing so far past the point of it being funny.

    Comment by Mike.Speegle — May 22, 2009 @ 9:52 am

  2. I guess I should make my wishes known, lest i be buried in a Star Trek casket by mistake. All I’ve asked is for an open-mic poetry slam, although with my luck someone will probably have it at the VFW.

    The Trappist casket for children made me cry.

    Comment by monda — May 23, 2009 @ 8:06 am

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