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Pringles Can Designer Dies, Buried In a Pringles Can
n3hat sends along an item from the Cincinnati Enquirer: "Dr. Fredric J. Baur was so proud of having designed the container for Pringles... that he asked his family to bury him in one. His children honored his request. Part of his remains was buried in a Pringles can — along with a regular urn containing the rest... Dr. Baur, a retired organic chemist and food storage technician who specialized in research and development and quality control for Procter & Gamble, died May 4 at 89... He developed many products, including frying oils and a freeze-dried ice cream, for P&G... But the Pringles can was his proudest accomplishment, his daughter said. He received a patent for the package as well as the method of packaging Pringles in 1970."
so that's what they're made out of...
I can't get my hand in them to get the chips out of the bottom.
Once you croak, you must stop.
At least he'll be able to get good wi-fi.
Let's just be thankful he was so proud of the pringles can. I'm uncomfortable with the thought of him being freeze-dried or, even worse, fried.
...until you drop (dead).
I can't remember the last time I forgot anything.
...much better than the ubiquitous aluminum foil bag that chips now come in, which is 50 to 70% air (by design, so the chips don't smash each other in transit).
That said, my hands are large enough that I usually can't reach the bottom 20% of the can. If they widened the Pringles can design so that my hands could reach the lingering chips on the bottom, that'd make my decade.
-Rob
Biblical fiscal responsibility
You should have seen what Felix Klein was buried in.
I remember visiting a recycling center when I was in elementary school. One particular item that they picked on as being very difficult to recycle was the Pringles can. A bizarre combination of metal, cardboard, and plastic, it is almost impossible for them to get the components apart.
So, no thanks for failing to consider the environmental impact of your design.
Insert self-referential sig here.
"I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up."
-Mitch Hedberg
Do you "first post" trolls want to be buried in the first lot in the cemetery? You have to be the first dead, I hate to tell ya.
Table-ized A.I.
So that guy who invented the bra...
Steve Jobs in a Mac?
Bill Gates squashed into a floppy? He'll at least be "micro" and "soft".
Table-ized A.I.
> humor, death
I don't know whether to laugh or cry!
To paraphrase Monty Python's Albatross sketch, "What blooming flavor? He's bloody dead bloody corpse bloody flavor!".
Just because you can mod me down, doesn't mean you're right. Shoes for industry!
Grave Digger A: "Dude, all this digging is making me hungry. Let's hurry up so we can catch a sandwich or something."
Digger B: "Hey, whatta coincidence. I just found a can of Pringles down here. Here ya go."
Digger A: "Bleck, they're stale and crumbled. Hey, do you still have that Twinkie we found last week?"
Digger B: "Yes, but I do have doubts that its really a Twinkie."
Digger A: "You worry too much; hand it over."
Table-ized A.I.
Cardiologist's Funeral
....I'm a gynecologist."
A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral attended by fellow physicians, family members, friends.... A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter. When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral
That's when the proctologist fainted.
Kwisatz Haderach
Sell the spice to CHOAM
This Mahdi took Shaddam's Throne
BBQ flavour.
Part of his remains was buried in a Pringles can - along with a regular urn containing the rest...
So... which part did they put into the Pringles can?
I shudder to think.
Ah, arrogance and stupidity, all in the same package. How efficient of you. -- Londo Mollari
It took that long to chop him up into little pringle shaped slices.
Just goes to show you that even if you do a great job you'll someday get canned!
She served them at a party as part of the test (logging people's feedback), and EVERYONE was blown away by this new, unconventional chip! It was like nothing anyone had ever seen before. (these were the days of "space age" products like "Tang".)
Not that a cylinder can is particularly a good design. I think the chip itself is the genius part. We poured the chips into bowls, as well as a bagged chip (maybe Husman's, a local favorite), and the vast majority of the Pringles (er, Brand "A" and "B") were whole and the bowl was practically overflowing. The competitive brand, whose package was much bigger, were all crumbly and barely reached the top of the bowl.
P&G invented a new class of product which became a huge seller over the years. Genius.
As an aside, this was a much more pleasant test than some of the deodorant panels she volunteered for!
True story. Parents weekend, 1987. Beer drinking in one room, parents in suite. Beer in fridge of other room. Turns out, two 12-oz cans fit perfectly in one empty Pringles can. Play it cool while walking across suite, hope nobody wants Pringles. It worked.
For all intensive purposes, "whom" is no longer a word. That begs the question, "who cares"?
Now listen here, sonny. Both 'Stig of the dump' and 'The Wombles' predate 19fucking70, as do I. Now get OFF my DAMN lawn and get a haircut.
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