Self-Description: I drive Death's Baby Carriage, and I don't mind. I own two
Cadillac Hearses (yes, the kind that dead folks ride in), a 1959, and
a 1965.
I love 'em to death. Why? I'm not sure exactly, I just always have.
When I was a little girl, my mom and my step dad took me to Disneyland
for the first time, and on the way there, we passed a old hearse. I
must of been five years old. My mother tells me I screamed and wailed
to go back and see "the big black car". My very protective mom told
me, "No honey, that's an icky car, never mind that, we're going to
Disneyland!". She says the ensuing screams were enough to get my step
dad to turn around the car, and go back.
Ever since then, I've been a hearse nut. Unfortunately, there aren't
many hearse fans around, so I started a club for the owners and
admirers of these unusual cars.
Because of my interest in hearses, I worked as a mortician for several
years, and lived above a funeral home in exchange for free rent.
It was pretty dead, but I liked it.
I've learned one important thing from driving a 23 foot long, 3 and a
half ton symbol of death which gets ten miles to the gallon everday
for the last ten years:
Don't take life seriously, it isn't permanent.
Interests: Hearses, Movies, Reading, Web Design, Tattoos, Old Cars,
Vintage Toys & Clothes, and Disneyland.
Contact Info:
Available but Hidden.
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