The baby's a little fussy - I know, let's give her Mom's ashes. Talk about a niche market. I expect some may find this adorable and clever, I just find it creepy.


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Anna Gregoline | August 31, 2007
Can you imagine what this would do to you to find out what your lovey was when you grow up?

Lori Lancaster | August 31, 2007
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Web Junkie

Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »

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Round-up of the fun and weird. At last! The taste the world has been waiting for. Go »

Information, Please...

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Guns are Not Really a Laughing Matter

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I Tap My Magic Wand

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