Karl Wangsness had decided to honor his Norwegian heritage by having his own version of a Viking Funeral.
The car was an admirable substitution for a longship, and he was able to fit enough food in there to see him through the journey to Valhalla. He’d also managed to procure a canister of Bovril and a large can of mead, so he was covered for drinks.
Naturally, he wanted to take his wife with him, but she refused to be buried alive.
That made the two gallons of lubricant kind of superfluous, so he just left it on the sidewalk.
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Alltop is a form of social web lubricant. Originally published February, 2009.
[From the Toulouse Le Grandfig Necrobiblia collection.]
‘That made the two gallons of lubricant kind of superfluous, so he just left it on the sidewalk.’
And I thank him tremendously for it…
I wanted to be buried in my car but I couldn’t afford all the cemetery plots required to fit it in.
After his wife refused to join him he should have just packed some porn.