I always wondered how I would leave this world. Would it be in a casket, would I be cremated or does God have some other interesting thing planned for good ole’ Mr. Angry. One thing that I do know for sure is that when it is my time to go, there better be two things happening. First, I want a party… a BIG FRICKEN’ PARTY!! Two, I want the baddest, most irrational hearse that has ever been created to cart me off in a blaze of glory. These guys have the right idea, but I want my Doom Wagon smoking the hides in the middle of Times Square in NYC!