Why die as you live? I want my dead body to do things it's never been capable of in life. Like twerking while ice-skating.

No embalming/diorama for me. Just set me on fire* and be done with it.

Fucking Paleo, I knew it!

me and my sis visited mum and made sure she was dressed properly and we put a family pic in her pocket, her glasses on a chain round her neck and her wedding ring. We thought she'd like to look as she did in life. I took one pic with my phone which I've never shared with anyone else. 18 months later at her graveside…

I don't know, but I hear that the diet was, like, killing her.

Tip: Clicking on that io9 link about "The Strangest Tradition..." will lead you to many, many heartbreaking photos of dead children. So, you know, if you're looking to get the urge to cry, that's a great option.

I have my funeral all planned out. My final request is to have my casket lowered into the ground while Journey's "Don't Stop Belivin'" plays from a ghetto blaster.

Fun yet creepy game. I love it!

I would be posed standing up, clutching a wand, mid-duel with a life like wax statue of Voldemort. With my dead, stuffed cat Sirius in Halloween Cat stance hissing at the Dark Lord.

"Weekend At Abuela's"

uh, knees together please. Who posed her—a man?

I live in Colorado (though I hail from England), and I wasn't surprised that two of the Jesus stories were based here. I have some good 'crazy Christian' stories, my best one was from when I worked for a retailer for a time here (in a suburb of Denver) as a cashier at a retail clothing chain.

I had a woman come…

sure, sure....but doncha think he pocketed a few Shekels when he upturned

At the store I used to work at, there was a group of people who would come in and approach the other customers with little pamphlets about starting a personal relationship with Christ and saving yourself from the hellfire of not having a relationship with him, I guess. It's solicitation and not allowed in the store,…

A table of 4 older men (with bibles on the table with their Sunday afternoon lunch) overheard a regular customer congratulate me on my recent wedding my first shift back after my honeymoon.

When I was growing up my creepy as hell neighbor at some point became a jesus freak. It was some point after she tried to get my mom to lie in her divorce paperwork to say we'd seen her being beaten... she hadn't been beaten but her lawyer had told her that would make the divorce easier so she had started to go to…

I am still unsure as to whether she meant Jesus or the creepy ghost kid who apparently watches me sin.

A trigger warning for religious nut-baggery would be too much to ask for? I grew up with these people. Now I'm hiding under the table. Thanks, Pinkham!

The wacky bitch in the first story should have been thrown out of the restaurant the first time and asked not to come back. That's harassment, and management should have done something about it. However, I realize management rarely does what they are supposed to.