Cars with “In memory of So-And-So” decals.
What do they mean? Is it because So-And-So left them the car? Did they buy the car with the inhertitance from So-And-So?
These decals had to be custom made. Was it a party favor form the funeral, perhaps?
Would So-And-So really want to be memorialized on the back of an Escalade?
I just don’t understand. Should I die, and anyone feels moved to memorialize me, I would prefer a nice park bench or the like. For the record.
I have the exact same sentiment. 10 blog points for you.
ITA. I also don’t understand those swirly, scrolly letters that spell out your last name. Great job, asshole. Now I have your license plate AND your last name. I’m about 2 seconds away from obtaining your soc sec number too.
WORD. I agree with you like a bazillion percent. Well said!
OMG, Jenny, you have no idea how much I hate this. I hate it almost as much as people that order t-shirts from me with a photograph of the deceased person and “In memory of”. Do they really need to have a t-shirt to remember someone that died? If I died, I would not want to be on someone’s t-shirt. For God’s sakes!
Here here! Probably preachin’ to the choir, sistah.
Those decals in Olde English script or similar style…Right. It’s a car culture thing. You know, a way to customize your car. Kinda like when people put a Jack-in-the-Box styrofoam head on their car antenna.
For the record, I can’t stand those things either, it’s a little too personal. But it means something to those people, they’ve done it for some reason or another. So I just look away.
As for the t-shirts, since it was brought up, I have to say my piece. My Mom’s face was printed on one. I don’t have one because her face goes across my chesty chest. And while it’s still hard to see her smiling face only in pictures and not in person, the memories associated with that t-shirt are priceless. (Normally I wouldn’t get so emotional about this but the 2 year mark is coming up and it’s hard for me to deal with this sort of stuff at this time of year.
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People have so many motivations and methods to commemorate life and death. My sister has my neice’s face tattooed on her back, circa grade 2 school photo (theyre both alive, btw). My Grandma wanted her body donated to the UW school of medicine. And at my Gramp’s funeral last February, my other Grams asked me to sing this shmaltzy country song (“One day at a time, Sweet Jesus”) that I *know* he always hated. “It’s not for him, anyways,” said Mom, “in a way, this is Grams’ day.” So, I sang it, without protest. And it turned out to be kind of perfect… not because Gramps liked it or not, but because it was a sort of encouragement to my Grams, and one that all her family was there to strengthen.
My cousin had a car that he and a buddy of his worked on together, restoring it and such. Right before they finished his buddy was hit by a drunk driver and killed. When my cousin finished it he got the “In memory of…” on the back of the car. Putting myself in his shoes I can see why he did it. And the car meant alot to him, to both of them. I think it’s silly, and I personally would never do it. But it meant the world to my cousin. People’s rationalities for things constantly vary.