Have any of you noticed a ridiculous upswing in the number of morons driving around with “In loving memory of…” decals on their cars lately?

I don’t mean to go off on a rant here, but I don’t understand the mechanics of this and I don’t think anybody else does either.  While I was driving to work this morning, I passed a car with a decal that read “In loving memory of Leonard Fuckpistol: 1717 A.D. – 480 B.C.” (names and dates have been changed to amuse me).  It’s one of many cars that I’ve driven past in the last few months that have something similar.  I even drove past one that had a decalized picture of the poor fuck who got themselves killed somehow.

Why in the hemorrhaging fuck would you do this?

Did you leave good ol’ Larry’s funeral and think to yourself “You know - Larry would really want me to buy a Honda and rice the living fuck out of it.”  Or did Old Man Fuckpistol die in that car?  Maybe he’s still in there.  Who knows?  But more importantly, who gives a shit?  I know I don’t. 

All you’re doing, you collective heads of knuckle, is trying to make yourselves special.  You obviously know that the modifications you’ve done to your car make you and the vehicle look like something that came out of a 7-year-old’s acid-fueled nightmare.  All you’re doing is trying to excuse it. 

“Yeah, man.  I know I put kitten heads all over this thing, but that’s how Slinky Jim would have wanted it.”

Fuck you, and fuck Slinky Jim.  You and your car are an eyesore, and nothing will excuse that.  If you want to be a pretentious prickass, go ahead, but leave the dead fucker out of it.  Seriously – just put a sticker on your car that says “I’m a tacky douchebag” and you’ve accomplished the same thing.