I found this news article on CNN and it got me thinking deeply about how I wish my body to exit this world. Please read the article for insight and I will give my "Rockstar Corner" thoughts afterwards:
CINCINNATI, Ohio (AP) -- The man who designed the Pringles potato chip packaging system was so proud of his accomplishment that a portion of his ashes has been buried in one of the iconic cans.
Fredric J. Baur, of Cincinnati, died May 4 at Vitas Hospice in Cincinnati, his family said. He was 89.
Baur's children said they honored his request to bury him in one of the cans by placing part of his cremated remains in a Pringles container in his grave in suburban Springfield Township.
The rest of his remains were placed in an urn buried along with the can, with some placed in another urn and given to a grandson, said Baur's daughter, Linda Baur of Diamondhead, Mississippi.
Baur requested the burial arrangement because he was proud of his design of the Pringles container, a son, Lawrence Baur of Stevensville, Michigan, said Monday.
Baur was an organic chemist and food storage technician who specialized in research and development and quality control for Cincinnati-based Procter & Gamble Co.
Baur filed for a patent for the tubular Pringles container and for the method of packaging the curved, stacked chips in the container in 1966, and it was granted in 1970, P&G archivist Ed Rider said.
Baur retired from P&G in the early 1980s.
Rockstar's Corner:
In thinking long and hard about this gentleman's disposal in a greasy potato chip can, it made me realize that because I am not an inventor, and have actually never created anything of use that this world will value beyond my passing, that all I have really is theatrics to fall back on ... so please note that this post supersedes any ideas I have on my disposal in the past. Recently, I have had a hankerin' to jump out of a plane at high altitudes, free fall a couple thousand feet and pray that unlike the cartoons, my parachute actually contains a parachute and not pots and pans.
However, because I have 8 soon to be 9 maybe 10 children, the Mrs. has pointed out to me that this would be a stupid way to treat my life. I have decided that indeed, this would be better done upon my demise. So here is what I propose....
Upon my death hopefully many, many, many moons from now, I would like to have my body tucked into the fetal position and soaked in gasoline. I would then like to have a plane carry me up over my beloved ocean and drop me out with a time released fuse. This would allow me to achieve a rapidly accelerating human flaming cannonball, one that would astound beachgoers and UFO theorists alike.
Someone .... please .... help .... me ...
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