My friend had an old caddy hearse with a plywood coffin he stole at the county prison he worked at. He finally dared me into the coffin. That fat 6foot 5 sat on the lid at least 10 minutes while it was halfway on the tailgate and half inside the back. Halloweens were always fun.
How bout a leaf blower too feel for leaks?
When my uncle died, a lifetime dodge dealer mechanic who worshiped 440's, his brothers got the hearse driver to give him his last few miles flat out. My parents asked where the heck did the hearse go?
