1. Either uncle Wade, after his ordeal, wanted to be as far away as possible from the people who buried him alive, or he actually never woke up and the “slightly used” line and its explanation are just marketing lies : it’s been completely used but who’s gonna check that uncle Wade really is in Australia and not just dumped unceremoniously and casket-less in his hole ?
    Using Peru instead of Australia would have been funnier, I think.

  2. So, I think the joke is that of all the things that you *wouldn’t* want to buy slightly used high on the list would be a casket. And logically it’s not possible to have a used casket any more than a used glass of milk. Hence the joke.

    But then it’s as though the comic is worried people would be confused that a used casket isn’t possible and not get that that *is* the joke. So the comic gives an explanation which utterly undercuts the joke. This be akin to “To get the other side– because there was some attractive seed there; Anyway the chicken is now working as an emotional support animal at the local senior center that isn’t near any roads….”

  3. I really don’t think Australia has anything to do with the joke. It’s just the absurdity of her excitement over telling the story that makes it funny. The potential buyer was probably expecting something more like “No one was actually buried in it”.

  4. I agree that he was actually buried by mistake…presumably, so far ‘down’, he ended up ‘Down Under’.

  5. Olivier –

    I guess one advantage to Jewish burials where the casket is lowered into the ground and the family & mourners start the covering of the casket is that one knows the person was buried in the casket/coffin – though I guess it could be dug up, body “place” back in the grave, reburied and the casket cleaned up for resale.

    When Robert’s grandfather died he was buried in a veteran’s cemetery (as was later his grandmother of course). There was a mass at the church (Roman Catholic) and then additional services at the cemetery which were held in a, hmm, open sided, covered (sort like a picnic ground covered eating area) area. We then left him/her there. it bothered me as I felt we should be with them when they buried based on the funerals from my family.

    When Robert’s father died he had wanted to be place in a “slot” in a mausoleum. By this point in time I was much more involved in the family and did not like the idea that we would go to a small chapel on the grounds and then leave. I suggested to Robert that since we were going to a nearby restaurant for lunch – he go there at the same time as his family and I would stay and make sure that his dad made it to the right place. He agreed and was happy that I was doing so. (In the end one of the employees from the funeral parlor insisted on staying with me and driving me to meet them.)

    On the other hand – when my BIL’s mom died she was cremated and in the spring her two friends brought her remains up from Florida where they all lived. The cemetery dug the hole, but we (mostly BIL and my sister) did everything else.

    We are still trying to figure out where we go will the time comes. Right now best choice is a “rural cemetery” in the community where our reenactment unit is headquartered. It is apparently the first “rural cemetery” set up in NYS after the designation for the allowance of same. The unit participates in two parades a year and goes past it during both parades. I suggested that when the time comes closer we try there (since it is a community ceremony I presume that it is set for all religions) and see if we can graves on the side facing the parade route – that way we will always be able to see the parade and the members will know we are watching them and with them “in spirit”. He is still pushing to be buried in some Amish farmer’s field in Lancaster, PA.

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