Story here. Fredric J Baur, 89, of Cincinnati, Ohio. RIP.
The unique cylndrical can of “Pringle’s New-Fangled Potato Crisps” (as they were originally known) is perhaps one of the most recognizable packages in the food biz, and competitors’ attempts (Lay’s Stax, anyone?) aren’t as space-saving and unique. (And, as Dilbert taught us, they do not make good suitcases.) I’m going to buy some Pringles tomorrow in Fred’s honor.
Do they make good coffins, though?
I’m a little disappointed. I thought it would be a giant coffin sized Pringle’s can.
Me too. What a disappointment.
I’m not disappointed. I’d want a regular Pringle’s can, too, preferably one that had actually contained chips that had been eaten at my wake. My only disappointment would be that not all of my cremains could fit inside.
BTW: I once met a photojournalist who once told me he’d been to deepest, darkest Africa, and they had Pringle’s there. It seems to have become the modern-day Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola itself having once replaced Standard Oil drums as the ubiquitous symbol of American enterprise.)
Wow, for a moment, I thought this thread might be about Gene Wolfe, the inventor of the Pringles oven.
If this isn’t an Onion headline come to life, I don’t know what is.
Possible! Pringles are certainly the only American snack that I could find regularly in Tokyo. Most chips and crackers and whatnot were Japanese-made.
I thought it was an urban legend the local crappy radio station had picked up, touching to know its true 
Will his ashes stay fresh and crisp?
With a hint of sour cream and onions.
Awww that’s a lovely story.
I appear to be one of the minority people who don’t like Pringles. They taste like reconstituted potato (which I’m fairly certain they are) and are wider than my mouth. What point is a packet of chips that you can’t stuff your face with, but rather have to daintily nibble at?
My wife’s family back in Ukraine is crazy for Pringles. When she goes back to visit them, she always takes a suitcase full of American crap; and Pringles are the item everybody fights over. The first time she went back, she had only a couple small cans of them. She thought they’d be happy to get tuna and other stuff that’s expensive in the markets there. Imagine her surprise when they were less excited over delicacies than they were over a cheap snack food.
Is that a market waiting to be cornered?
Possibly. They also go berserk over Kit-Kat bars. Inflation seems to be out of control there, however, so I don’t know how much discretionary hyrvnia the average chelovek has to spend on chips and candy bars. A friend recently reported that when she went back to vist her family at holiday time, pork was going for close to $20 a pound.
Try starting from the narrow end of the oval.
Am I the only one who finds this vaguely creepy? I mean, I suppose the man can be buried in whatever he wants, but…
No cite for this, but I’m sure I read somewhere that Wagon Wheels were a KGB favorite and it was *de rigeur * for any officer who had been posted to London to bring a few boxes on returning to the Soviet Union.
We should hope this trend does not continue until the death of Zsolt Istvan Hertelendy, also an inventor from Cincinnati, OH…