Still not sure what to get Uncle Rodney, the "confirmed bachelor" who always brings his "friend" Stephen to Christmas dinner, for Baby Jesus's birthday? How 'bout a coffin? But not just any coffin: a gay coffin.
What is a gay coffin, you ask? Well, for one thing, it is not a coffin who enjoys the sexual company of other same-sex coffins, as I originally thought, but rather, a coffin for the remains of an expired homosexual. But what makes a gay coffin different than your regular old straight coffin, like the one your granny is currently enjoying her eternal rest within, provided she wasn't incinerated or lost by an airline on a magical island somewhere off the coast of Australia? That's easy, and more than a little offensive, largely to the gay community, I'd reckon: gay coffins are covered in pictures of naked young men cavorting. No, really.
The gay coffins in question where the creations of two weird undertakers from Berlin, Thomas Brandl and Michael Koenigsfeld. But Brandl and Koenigsfeld aren't merely slapping pictures of muscle-bound dudes on coffin lids, they also offer rainbow colored urns and private burials "around a tree reserved exclusively for homosexuals." I'll let the morning zoo crew hosts among us offer ideas on what kind of trees might work best for a gay burial. I don't run that kind of blog.
So, why do gay people need special coffins, huh? Those boring old oak boxes are good enough for all of us heterosexual slobs, eh, but not for you? Brandl offers a reason:
"We believe you should be able to have a coffin that lets you embark on your last journey in a way that reflects how you lived your life[.]"
Yep, surrounded by naked, muscular hunks. Sigh.
