The weekend before last we drove to a tiny little town called Nederland to attend Frozen Dead Guy Days, a celebration inspired by one man's desire to be cryogenically frozen in his own backyard. I heard rumors that if you wanted to pay 25 bucks, you could get a full tour that included actually viewing the body, but we just stuck to the parade, polar plunge and coffin races.
First of all, the Hearse Parade.
Who Ya Gonna Call?
And then there were competitors for the coffin races. This is the H1N1 crew. Joey didn't like them at all because they were pretending to throw up, something she is not OK with.
Moon Pies? I like Moon Pies.
And who doesn't love a three legged doggie?
He wasn't in the parade, but... Awww.
Come back tomorrow for pictures of the polar plunge.