Pringles varieties are as vast and varied as the stars in the sky: Barbecue. Sour Cream & Onion. Buffalo Ranch. Extreme Blazin' Buffalo Ranch. But one, single Pringles can exists on this Earth with a peculiar sort of flavor dust and no chips at all—the Pringles can that holds the ashes of its inventor, Fredric Baur.
Why should cremation be so somber? And why should your eternal resting place be some giant flower pot? Anna Marinenko's ghost urns are perhaps the only way to be certain you'll become a ghost after you pass away.
When you leave this Earth, how will you be remembered? As a kind soul, or as that jackass who insisted his ashes be placed in a bust of his own head on the mantle?
Digital Picture frames have been gaining in popularity lately, marrying convenience of having multiple pictures in one frame with the inconvenience of teaching old people how to use them. What's even better about this version is that it's for your pets. Your dead pets.