Gizmodo finds this a bit creepy, and perhaps I have a morbid streak, but does this strike anyone else as a really good idea? I was speaking recently with a woman whose husband had died in his 70s and she said, quite strikingly, “we hadn’t ever talked about funeral arrangements because, of course, we were never going to die.” She said this tongue-firmly-in-cheek, and yet it spoke volumes about how we (don’t) deal with our inevitable demise. Spending a few minutes in a coffin every so often sounds like a great way to engender a bit of the freedom and peace that comes with accepting one’s own mortality. Plus, it looks kind of comfy.