Never tell a soul your greatest fear. Never. My girlfriend Linda was bound and determined to find my weakness and after a great deal of pestering I finally told her: My greatest fear is being buried alive in a wooden box just large enough for me to squeeze into. Now I find myself in that very situation and the fear is unbearable. I can not turn or even stretch my legs. The thought of losing air is with me every second. I thought it was Linda who decided to act this murderous scenario out.But, Linda is dead atop me.

A wicker coffin. Ten days to complete including the fitted top. Alan Burns stood back and admired the finished work. The planned six foot length was only off by a quarter inch. Close enough. Now the easy part: putting the corpse into the unique forever box. Some would say it was dark and ghoulish to even think of such a thing. But not Alan. Climbing into the coffin Alan felt the rough but comforting feel of the material. The note and will were written and posted to the garage door. Alan closed his eyes, extracted his razor and began cutting.