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FIRST!
Yay, my ever first ever First!
you can tell that dogs picking one, holding the tears,
Aw. Nothing says “Buy me” like a cute puppy. Even for caskets.
Pahahaha. Melikes the juxtaposition
There’s a Japanese fashion brand called “Ribbon Casket”. I even have one of their cute polka-dotted mini-totes. Still doesn’t excuse the Engrish, though–and I won’t be seen in public with that bag, either.
So many kinds of wrong.
So, is it the casket that has splendid memories? Or does is give them to you?
*it*…stupid typo
Ahh, those lovely caskets… those were the days…
So, is this advertising photo frames, pet coffins, or a small cuddly dog named Lovely Caskets? Damn, that sounds like the name of a pr0n actress…
Mmm! Lovely Caskets! *Goes to bathroom cabinet for the Sorbolene*
Perhaps a new “die happy”-trend?
*tear* this makes my sad cuz my doggie just died. *tear, tear, tear*
awww, I’m sorry.
This is so sad and yet so funny…
Bit small for a casket, but would make the cutest urn for daddy’s ashes on the mantelpiece.
I hope that’s the last time I hear someone describe an urn as cute.
My grandmother had some of my grandfather’s ashes in one of his lawn bowls trophy – when she moved to a nursing home because of her dementia, I took it to her, and somehow she opened it. (How the hell she did it I don’t know, because it requires a pair of pliers and a socket wrench.) The staff swept up as much as they could, and I’ve now glued him back in with araldite, but if anyone asks about my grandfather’s last resting place, I’ll have to answer “The bag of a Hoover 5000 industrial vacuum”. MORAL OF THE STORY: glue your urn shut.
My husband and older son bought me a piece of beautiful antique silver for Valentines one year. I looked at it, the cracked bead of old solder on the inside of the lid and lip of the vessel, the dusty condition of the interior and asked “…Who was in it?”
It’s an urn. A very lovely urn. Sold as a “large creamer”. O.o;
(We still don’t know who was in it. We hope they were transferred to something more escape proof.)
This reminds me of the recent news around the ICHC network sites of the cards with cute animal pictures on the front for use in passing word of tragic events.
I actually saw these at Summit a week or two ago, and spent a few entertaining minutes trying to figure out what they were! I think it’s a photo album…
*Looks at puppy.* A casket, huh? And I thought they smelled bad on the outside.
Cute looking dog’s body
It is, beyond doubt, a gothic book.
Lovely… indeed, splendid… maybe.
“There’s a Japanese fashion brand called “Ribbon Casket”. I even have one of their cute polka-dotted mini-totes. Still doesn’t excuse the Engrish, though–and I won’t be seen in public with that bag, either.” – Hirayuki
Why don’t you sell it to a Goth or an Emo. They’d appreciate the Engrish.
man this is so sad, i dont want to think about getting puppy casket!
but it’s just a puppy!