This charming "Express Ride to Hades" casket was marked 50% off on the sidewalk in front of Pacific Casket on Foster Road. Quite a bargain, but I suppose you'd need a Slayer fan to die at just the right moment, or maybe get it for the grandmother everybody hates. The sporty flames clearly suggest a rapid entry into the atmosphere of hell, without the protection of heat-resistant tiles. If you put your ear right up against this casket you can hear the shriek of the damned. Try it!

Just a ways down on Foster you'll find David Boys Artistic Taxidermy, which really seems to be pushing the antler lights rather than traditional taxidermy. In fact I'm not sure that fashioning the cranial bone protrusions of a deer into a lamp qualifies as taxidermy. Antler lights are poised for a comeback and the David Boys team has positioned itself to capitalize when the antler lights craze sweeps the nation once again. These things are all cyclical, as everybody knows.

There's also a mysterious but compelling sign in front of the shop that reads "Gloves For Hides."

Down the street the other way, stop in and browse at the ol' dart store. The thing about darts is, you always find yourself short a few darts only to realize you drove right past the dart store only the day before. Save yourself that frustration, stock up while you're in the neighborhood. It's no hassle, you were coming down to Foster Road anyway to pick up some antler lights and browse the luridly-decorated caskets.