Apparently you can buy your casket at Wal-Mart now.
Seriously.
This one has a nice Our Lady of Guadalupe on it.
I once went along for funeral planning for a relative. The display room of caskets was by far the most unsettling part. There was one in a lime disco green, as well as several child size coffins. Warranty placards were displayed on top of several caskets. I muttered something to myself about why the hell anyone buys a ten year warranty on a casket and the exceedingly ghoulish and heavily made up assistant told me "Oh honey, you'd be surprised."
Consider this my public request to never ever ever put me in some kind of hideous expensive, warrantied box and buried. Please don't.