Funeral Traditions Buff Gifts

"I considered putting his ashes in an urn, but Bob would have wanted it this way."

"In hindsight, we shouldn't have had him cremated."

"Who'd have thought old Harry would turn out to be a vampire?"

Goldfish funeral

"They’re burying him with his Xanax."

"Now there's one less conspiracy theorist in the world - or is there?"

"His last wish was that we delete his browsing history."

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, pollen to pollen, mold to mold

'I feel ridiculous!'

'I told you that something was wrong with your cousin Wilbur.'

Coffin of clown on stilts is carried at funeral.

Cat in Hearse

'You're sure that's one of the stages of grief?'

'This sucks. Let's try and start the wave.'

The four hearsemen with the Alpaca lips.

Gravedigger

"Bradford was more of a death recliner than a death bed kind of guy."

'Benny wanted a closed casket service...but, since you traveled so far to be here...I can give you a quick peek for ten dollars.'

"You've got to admit—he looks good."

Viking Funeral

'While we didn't see Bill Brewster here in his lifetime, it's good to see him here in death. Uh, let me rephrase that.'

Dead Batteries

At Salvador Dali's funeral,

At the funeral of the inventor of the hotdog bun.

"Maybe I should have gone with cremation."

Terror Strikes A Leaf Funeral

"Never lend money to anyone over 90."

I imagine at your age, you attend a lot of funerals, Sadie. Oh, yes, they're quite lovely. As a child, I attended birthday parties. As a lass, I attended sweet sixteens. As a young adult, I attended weddings. As a mature woman, I attended retirement parties. Now, in the twilight of life, I attend funerals. "Deathday" parties, if you will. And it's beautiful. Because it's all come full circle? Because for once, I don't have to buy the %$&*@ a gift.

'I'm looking for something with more legroom.'

'First, let me emphasize that the open casket was his idea.'

The Pig world's version of a Crematorium using an open-fire Spit to Cremate.

'He would have wanted it this way, Molly.'

"Sir, did the piano die?"

Friends and family spread the ashes of famed hairstylist Enrico Simone.

Mr. Polly Parrot's eulogy: 'He's dead. He's passed on. . . he has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a past parrot. . .'