In Noah Andre Trudea's book (the one I am reading right now), called, Southern Storm: Sherman's March to the Sea the author mentions a man named Edmund B. Walker who lived where a railroad past through a lovely town called Madison, Georgia. Mr Walker wanted to be prepared for everything - even is own funeral. Walker even had his coffin made to fit him and went up to the attic where he stored it to see that he still fit in his casket.

I wonder if he ever got stuck...