Your mates are going to lose their shit when they see you in this clobber. Nothing says “tall poppy” like a 1978 Pontiac Firebird Kammback. It’s rare as rocking horse shit, and it’s a corker of a ride. Picture yourself behind the wheel, sporting a crisp tortoise onesie, turning donuts out front of a NightOwl. Yeah, it costs big bikkies, but in this getup you’re going to stand out like dog’s balls in all…

There is an undoubted softening of the dread thought of the burial of loved ones when they can be laid away in the niche of a private Forrester Mausoleum. There is also a sense of security from molestation in years to come. No vain regrets or futile self-reproach haunt the minds of those who have provided this final tribute of devotion, for this is the ultimate of protection and of beauty. There is wisdom in…