Comments on: The Envelope Please

By: Andrew Woodbridge

Andrew Woodbridge — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 18:50:54 +0000

The snap bracelet has grown up. I have seen them used by Sound Techs at concerts to wrap cable bundles.

By: Tdave

Tdave — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:27:21 +0000

Since you’re talking about cremation:

I teased my mom by saying “I want to be cremated, mixed with clay and formed into little Buddha statues like Kurt Cobain was.” She calmly(sarcastically) informed me that we aren’t Buddhist.

By: AMR

AMR — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 23:25:57 +0000

Better a diamond than a pencil.

By: Ryan

Ryan — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 21:31:12 +0000

I thought for sure since so many other blogs featured the Beethoven diamond, it was an automatic DQ.

By: Melissa

Melissa — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 21:01:05 +0000

They can do it with decorative glass,too. I know someone who’s brother was made into art glass and is on display in their home. They can even do it with pets,too.

By: Vlachen

Vlachen — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 20:57:30 +0000

This is going to take grave robbery to a whole new level.

By: Lindsay D

Lindsay D — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 20:41:37 +0000

Oh man, that would be one sweet grill! What if, like in the future, we have people walking around with diamonds in their teeth, and they’re like “This one was Michael Jackson, and this one over here, well this one’s my favorite, this used to be Stephen Colbert.” I can see it now – celebrities’ families hard up on some cash… who can blame them?

By: EV

EV — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 18:50:22 +0000

Worst case scenario on being made into a diamond: via Vlachen’s pawn shop scenario above, winding up cemented in some pimp’s front tooth.

By: Molly

Molly — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 18:32:14 +0000

Holy crap… I still have my New Kids on the Block snap bracelet from 9?… I wore it out to a bar the other night and I thought it was going to be stolen. Wonder how much I could get for that…
I think I’ll hang on to it, so my kids can hurt each other with it when they’re old enough. Cuz ya know, they’re so dangerous.

By: Vlachen

Vlachen — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 18:08:04 +0000

Imagine a few generations down the line. One of my descendants, in a bind and out of cash, hawking my diamond to some shmuck at a pawnshop.
I don’t even want to think about how little money I’d sell for.

“This is a pretty nice diamond you’ve got here.”
“You like? 50 bucks.”
“Sold!”
“By the way, it’s made out of my great-uncle.”