Here in LA, we do some freaky stuff. Perhaps you've heard. Fill our faces with botulism, pump up our boobs with salt water and vaccuum our thighs. Delicious.
Another odd Angelino phenomenon, particularly in the recent past, is to honor our loved ones with a window decal. First it was the happy family:
Awww..so cute. But then, as people started dying off, we started paying tribute to them by plastering their stats to our rear windows:
Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about it. My inner car snob says– it depends on where I land. If my family sticks me on the back of this sweet, red VW bus, I'm honored. If it's a Honda Civic, I'm horrified.
Does that make me a bad person? Whatever. I'll bet you $20 "Mama Betty" feels the same way. Not to mention the fact that she has to spend the rest of eternity staring at that little fluzy Tinkerbell. Gross.
Anyway, car snob or not, I think we can all agree that sometimes it's best to do your mourning in private. At home or at church, perhaps. Otherwise, you may reveal more of yourself than you'd hoped:
This post is dedicated to TJ the cat, cuz you know he's pissed too.