Yeah, and I didn’t even think to fact-check that statement in the article.
Nonetheless, Fisher never shied away from owning her struggles with her mental health, and she regularly poked fun at herself. The fact that she chose an urn shaped like a Prozac capsule (even if non-vintage 
) was so very much in character for her.
I guess I’m old school; but I want my funeral to be a solemn event. ‘Fun’ funerals are just the beginning. Evidently one thing that’s growing in popularity is ‘casket signing,’ especially if the deceased is a teenager.
That link led exactly where I hoped it would. 
That’s right, folks, at Doc Jackson’s we don’t call it a “FEW-ner-all”, we call it a “FUN-er-all” - and by golly it IS fun for all! Choose from such family fun games as Pin the Corsage on the Stiff or Aunt Penny Pinata (kids just love it when the candy comes a flyin’ outta Penny’s hoop skirt - and admit it, every time the old bag pinched your cheeks and told you how big you had gotten, you wanted to whack her with a stick!). We got board games, too! Just cause the Dearly Departed lost at the game of Life don’t mean you can’t play! There’s cookies and punch for the kiddies while the adults get herbal brownies and whisky! Say your loved one didn’t know Jesus? We offer a service plan where we lock the sanctuary doors and dial the heat up to 120 so your guests will know what to expect if they don’t repent! Remember, folks:
Come to Doc Jackson’s
Funeral Hall,
We put the Fun
in Fun-er-all!
I had a friend who used a TARDIS cookie jar as his urn. He worked in the funeral industry, and when he got this as a Christmas present one year, his first reaction was, “Hey, this would make a cool urn!”
Fast forward a few years to his untimely death, and I’m helping his family sort through his stuff stored in my garage looking for it. That was a bad month, but by damn, he was right. It did look cool as hell.
I thought the pizza box was kinda cool!
We were going to put my mother in a coffee can. I got into a discussion on an AOL message board (yes, I am old), and one of my online friends said he collected old chrome coffeemakers, and he planned on using one for his own final disposition.
He sent me one of his coffeemakers for my mother. Unfortunately, when we had both my parents “inurned” at the National Cemetery, the coffeemaker was in AZ, and they were in SCal.
Momma would have loved the coffeemaker!
~VOW
Typo Knig and I have been joking for many years about getting a Pepe le Pew cookie jar to use as an urn for him.
We now own the jar - and therein lies quite a tale:
Just over a year ago, we each had surgery. Mine was wrist surgery. His was knee surgery, 10 days later.
I couldn’t drive, for obvious reasons. My son dropped us off but had to go to work. A friend was going to pick us up afterward. The surgery was done in a standalone surgical center, miles from home.
She called me, while I was in the waiting area, because she couldn’t find the place.
I said “it’s near the outlet mall”. She called a few minutes later, still unable to find it. She saw a shopping center, but the nearest building that might be the street number was a funeral home. Note: the subject came up today, and she denies having told me it was a funeral home but I’m certain it was, because that was the clue that let me know she was in the wrong area - as I knew where that particular funeral home was, and it was at the other end of the town, several miles away.
Well, it turns out, Typo Knig had texted her the directions - and transposed 2 digits of the street number. Think 9080 versus 9800 or whatever.
So I cleared things up, and she arrived, and he came out of his surgery, and we got home, and a good time was not had by anyone for a while.
A week later, she presented him with… a Pepe le Pew cookie jar. (Pepe and Penelope together, actually).
She had found it on eBay… and placed the order the morning of the surgery. And she tells us that as she hit that “pay” button, she yelled “You’d better not be an omen!!!”.
And then she wound up at the funeral home instead of the surgery center. :eek::eek::eek: