I told my wife that when I die, I want to be buried with: a chia pet; a hermetically sealed photo of Phyllis Diller; three bolts; a jar of mayonnaise; a ping pong ball; two Barney the Dinosaur baseball cards; a VISIT WALL DRUG! bumper sticker; a nickel and four pennies; a bottle of Aqua Velva aftershave with no label on it; and two corn dog sticks. I’d like to see the archeologist’s face who discovers this crap and tries to figure it out five thousand years from now.
Phyllis Diller photos will be ubiquitous in digs five thousand years from now, I’m sure of it.