Bury My Heart at Wounded Liver
by James Poulos | May 5, 2008
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Deep as it runs, my appreciation for Pabst does know limits. Those limits have been obliterated by this man:
SOUTH CHICAGO HEIGHTS, Ill. — Bill Bramanti will love Pabst Blue Ribbon eternally, and he’s got the custom-made beer-can casket to prove it. “I actually fit, because I got in here,” said Bramanti of South Chicago Heights.
The 67-year-old Glenwood village administrator doesn’t plan on needing it anytime soon, though.
He threw a party Saturday for friends and filled his silver coffin — designed in Pabst’s colors of red, white and blue — with ice and his favorite brew.
Click for the pic. An American classic.
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Nathan P Origer — May 6, 2008 at 12:29 pm
I don’t know, James; this is pretty hardcore. Recalling the days when I could afford PBR, in places where kitsch isn’t the rule, this brings a smile to my face.