i had forgotten about this untill my boyfriend mentioned it earlier and we had a good laugh all over again.
a few years ago when wwf came to town, we went and then afterwards watched all the guys leaving. to our amusement, we watched as the undertaker strolled out, still dressed out and looking all tough, then he headed to his (i assume rental) car and we lost it.
the dead man got into a family-stlye minivan, and he drove off.
we yelled nice mini van at him as he got into his car.