The first good laugh after my dad died was looking at caskets. I started laughing during the showing of the casket monstrosities the funeral director had on display. Finally I took my mom aside and that, "Look dad would not want to be caught dead in one of these things." I returned to the director and asked about a simple pine box. My dad was a simple guy, very practical. I knew exactly what his preference would be. Sure enough, deep in the bowels of the funeral parlor, they had a simple wooden casket.