Guy Tattoos His Kids Doodles On His Arm; Much Cooler Than You'd Expect

Kids' artwork, and Keith Anderson's arm.

Looking for ideas for a tattoo?

If you've got a kid who likes to draw, maybe look to the tike as inspiration.

That's what Keith Anderson of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada did, says Buzzfeed. 

His son draws a picture, and then dad goes and has the exact image of the kid's artwork done on his right arm.

Photographer Chance Faulkner stumbled upon this guy and took some photos. Pretty sweet!

"I have had three different artists tattoo these drawings over the years....Recently my son was there with me and he did some of the tattooing himself. He loves it," said Anderson.

Anderson said he'll keep getting tattoos based on his son's artwork until the kid doesn't want to do it anymore.  

Another example of the kids drawing, and Anderson's arm. 

If he runs out of room on one arm, he'll either ask the kid to start drawing smaller or go on to the other arm. Or something.

Anderson said nobody had heard of using a child's doodles for tattoos, so he decided to go for it.

Personally, I like the bond this must help create between father and son. Way to go Keith Anderson!

Laughing At Death: A Hilarious Obit Involving Farts For Ontario Man

My condolences to the family of Bill Eves, of Kingston, Ontario who died recently at the age of 76.

Bill Eves, in the photo that ran with
his spectacular obituary. He died recently in
Kingston, Ontario at the age of 76. 

I didn't know Mr. Eves, but I have to tell you, the hilarious obituary the family ran makes me wish I DID know him.  Anybody whose obituary mentions farts and Molson beer has my respect.

I believe in death with dignity, but obituaries don't have to be dignified, in my opinion.

The sometimes canned, reverential language in most obituaries is fine, but if the dearly departed had a great and unique personality, let that shine through.

Eves' obituary starts this way:

"Saturday, February the 8th, Molson's stock price fell sharply on the news of Bill Eves' passing. Senior executives at Molson called an emergency meeting to brace for the impact of the anticipated drop in sales."

OK, he liked Molson, apparently. The obit goes on to mention his successful, long career as a school principal, and his cooking, gardening and carpentry skills.

Then we get into this:

"Perhaps most important to Bill was educating people on the dangers of holding in your farts. Sadly, he was unable to attain his life-long goal of catching his beloved wife Judy "cutting the cheese" or "playing the bum trumpet"--which he likened to a mythical rarity like spotting Bigfoot or a unicorn."

Maybe mourners indulged Mr. Eves by eating a lot of baked beans before, not the services, mind you,  but the "Praise Bill Party" in honor of him.

Also in the obituary: "He also mastered the art of swearing while being splattered by grease cooking his famous wings. In fact, he wove a tapestry of obscenities that still hangs over the Greater Kingston Area."

They even thought to run an unflattering picture of Eves with his obituary, which you can see in this post.

I can tell the world is a slightly less good place now that Eves has passed on. And I'm sure Greater Kingston will have fond memories of Eves for a long, long time.

Even if people in Kingston are still holding their noses at the thought.