a coffin for me

Keith is proceeding with the work necessary for his next feature, Three Slices of Delirium. He hasn't started shooting yet, but he's been working on casting, assembling the props, creating a green screen for scenes that will need one. And he bought my coffin.

Yes, there will be a scene with me in a coffin.

It's actually kind of an interesting story how this coffin made its way into Keith's possession. Now, I may be getting some of the details wrong, but this is essentially it.

Some guy in Canada was constructing a coffin in the hopes that he would be buried in it when he died. He then died before completing it. Honestly, I've seen it, and I'm not sure what else needed to be done. At any rate, his family decided that it wasn't feasible -- or it was more expensive or more trouble -- to complete the coffin and bury him in it. So they decided to sell it.

It was bought by a guy on Long Island who was hoping to use it for furniture. He wanted to put it in his living room and wire it up so that, with the push of a remote control it would open and his TV would slide up out of it. Seems to me it was actually an interesting idea in a weird creepy sort of way. But his wife said no way. She doesn't want a coffin in her living room. Too bad they didn't work all that out before he bought it and paid to ship it across national boundaries.

It was fortunate for Keith, though, since he was looking to buy a coffin just as this guy wanted to sell it. So now he has his own coffin. And after he's done shooting Three Slices he can rent it to other Long Island filmmakers.

As long as he knows I'm not laying down in it until the locks are removed.