Who wouldn’t want to be laid to rest in Elvis Presley’s old crypt? Um, (hand waving wildly in the air) that would be me. Get your wallets out … it’s for sale to the highest bidder. Bidding starts at $100,000.00.
Personally, I don’t appreciate hand me downs.
I also find it a bit weird that someone would pay huge bucks just to be somewhere Elvis once was after they die? I mean…what’s the point?
I loved Elvis. My daughter loved Elvis. But buying a crypt that housed his body for two months before he was moved to Graceland is wrong in all kinds of ways. If Elvis knew what was happening he’d probably roll over in his grave … if he was still in it.
People who capitalize on dead people suck (especially if it’s their own family). I have no respect for it. Of course, this train of thought could easily exist because none of my family members are worth much and are worth even less after they’re gone.
There is no shortage of stupid and weird stuff that is up for grabs. Who can forget the piece of toast with a picture of Jesus on it, or the potato chip that housed Gandhi’s face? I’d like to. Both items went for big bucks on eBay.
I had a friend (operative word “had”) who had spent thousands of dollars for one of Michael Jackson’s hats. He encased it in a Plexiglas stand and kept it by the front door of his humble $85,000 home. The hat cost a third of what his house did. That was the day I lost a fair amount of respect for him and the day I started thinking he had either lost his mind or never had one in the first place. I should mention that their home was over 30 years old and it still had the original carpet and appliances. No money was ever available to replace the old stuff because there was a felt hat standing on a Plexiglas stand by the doorway. Oy!
I have another ex-friend (at this rate I’ll die alone) that spends money faster than he makes it, usually on stupid stuff that he’ll never use and doesn’t need. Not the best recipe for happiness. I wouldn’t be surprised to find Pamela Anderson’s nail clippings among his treasures.
It’s hard to argue with stupid. But stupid with money, well, good luck with that.
I’m thinking (wait … let me get up on my soap box) that there are a hell of a lot better things to be spending our money on; charities, homeless shelters, animal alliances, educational and arts foundations, potato chips and onion dip, the list is endless.
How did our value systems get so screwed up? It’s easy to understand the grumblings of the common person (I’ve been called worse), of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. The roar is getting louder.
Look, I’m entitled to spend my money any way I choose, as are you. I think we all just hope that some intelligence would be exercised while in the act. It’s hard for me to tell if I’m being a snob here or if I actually have the sense that God gave me.
Where does the value of money fall? When is it okay to spend $40,000 on a purse? Why isn’t it okay for us to expect spending to go hand in hand with some degree of responsibility? And is it really any of our business and why do we care?
I’m thinking that my ratty pink bath robe and matching rag-tag slippers are worth a hell of a lot; after all, they were worn by a famous writer, blogger, and legend (in her own mind). I’m thinking 5,000 bucks on eBay would be a bargain.
Now that’s a cryptic thought!