Would you book space in an interactive graveyard?

What would you pop for in an interactive graveyard? Video loops of your life? Last rants, available to who ever plugs their earbuds into the audio jack of your tombstone? You favorite tune looping forever, broadcast via stereo Bluetooth from your casket?

“Marian Seltzer buried her late husband with his cellphone fully charged. Now, three years later, she still pays his Verizon bill monthly and leaves him frequent voicemails. He, uh, doesn’t get them.

Marian even went so far as to etch his cell number onto his gravestone, allowing those passing to ring him up and leave a message.

It’s one of those things that’s pretty borderline. On the one hand, its her way of coping with the loss of her husband. On the other hand, it’s kind of crazy.” [from NY Post via Textually]