I am pissed. I told someone I was finally getting my hearse. Something I ahve dreamed about all my life. Sounds silly I know. I've never fit in. Always the odd child. Weird kid. Unusual. Square peg in a round hole type. Anyway you get the picture. They said "well you shouldn't mess around with that stuff. It's for dead people", "You are messing with things you shouldn't be touching" ????? What the F...? I don't get it. It's a car. Yeah it carries dead people but it is a sign of respect. I'm at least showing it respect not the guy who was going to put it in a demo derby. I was so upset I was crying by the time I got back to the house. I love this car and haven't even touched it or actually seen it in person yet. I don't understand how people can be that way. I want to drive this car every day that's how proud I am to own it. It's so similar to the idiots that emailed me about dying the wedding dresses black when I was selling them on ebay. They said I was turning something pure into something evil. Oh get a life. Its a gown. Most women aren't even virgins anymore when they get married. White is just a symbol. A hearse is just a symbol too. Basically it is the only thing big and strong enough to carry your fat bloated body to the cemetary. I'm sure you wouldn't want to give all your friends hernias by having to carry you 5 miles from the funeral home to the cemetary in a casket weighing (including you) over 800 pounds (average weight). I want a horse drawn hearse to take me to my grave and I want everyone to party. I don't want anyone to be morbid and depressed. Yeah, I died, but get over it, I'm gone now live your life for crying out loud.