Just an Average Day in a Casket in Jamaica

On the way to the airport the other day, I happened to be driving in a taxi that was a time, riding behind a glass casket.

The dearly departed could be clearly seen bouncing her way to the eastern side of the island, and to a rather ostentatious end.

Perhaps this is something that every Jamaican who lives abroad should aspire to return home to accomplish... a fashionable and public exit.



P.S. Yes, that dark patch is the hair on a corpse being hauled through our city's streets. Given how bumpy our streets are, the overall effect can be quite dramatic.