hmm. Perhaps that's just me then?
Coming home from work yesterday I got stuck behind a funeral procession. Ick. Gave me the heebie jeebies. Although the hearse was cool. It was white, very grand. You hardly see white hearses's anymore. Did I mention that once upon a time I wanted to OWN a used hearse? Anyway, behind the hearse was this long, white, fancy limo. Very nice, not one of those rentals- this had nice gold trim and it was super long, so it was super stretch. They may have had a jacuzzi in there. Although they probably weren't using it.
Anyway my point in this is, isn't it funny how when you're dead and not really in much of a hurry any longer, that you finally get to run all the red lights and have a police escort and get to ride in style?
Strange irony in that.