Going to a funeral is easily one of the creepiest experiences any of us will ever have to go through. I’ve never been able to understand what sort of comfort a family member or friend would get upon viewing the lifeless remains of a former companion, cold and clammy, stuffed in a fancy box before meeting its final destination, six feet under in a random countryside plot. However, if I had to choose a lasting mental image for my survivors to carry with them for the rest of their lives, being perched upon a sportbike beats the alternative.
