"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 (http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080531/NEWS0104/805310357/1060/NEWS01) — 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."

Link (http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080531/NEWS0104/805310357/1060/NEWS01)

Your post reminded me of this old thread. (http://www.whiteblaze.net/forum/showthread.php?t=21020)

Yeah, that thread was too funny, but can we blame fat free Pringles on Dr. Baur?

Actually, Fred invented the can AND the crisps! We have a copy of the patent issued to Fred in the early 50s. My wife & I knew him for years. Sadly we were on vacation when He died so had to miss the funeral (I was on the AT, wife was visiting best frend 700 miles from home.) BTW, that is not a likeness of him on the container. :D




Not complaining, I suppose. No need to move remove it, but I think this in "Hiking humor" well, , , was of questionable taste.
Fred was rightfully proud of his achevement. And for us: A tasty high calorie salty snack in it's own "crush proof" container is a WONDERFUL thing!!

RIP Fred! And THANKS!

You know, ... come to think of it, we had a guy in the 2000 bunch called "Pringle Man." Remember him? He was from California as I recall. He left the Trail for a while,...somewhere around Hot Springs. Never to be seen again. Could he have been a victim of the dreaded "PIAG" ...(Pringle's Indestructable Ass Grease).
"And did he ever return..no he never returned..and his fate is still unlearned...In the Spas of Hot Springs he may for ever bask...He's the man with the waterproof ass."
Heh, Heh, Heh.

The Kingston Trio just became a Quartet. :D

I guess I could be buried in a Heineken can. I've put a few of them into myself over the years, I guess I owe them, or......maybe not.

Too bad Stevie Ray Vaugh passed away back in 1990, he could've wrote a song about the Pringles man, just like he did when a guy was buried in his cadillac.

Too bad Stevie Ray Vaugh passed away back in 1990, he could've wrote a song about the Pringles man, just like he did when a guy was buried in his cadillac.

One day I passed the airport near Alpine Valley, WI and saw a med evac helicopter leaving the scene. Turns out it was SRV!

On a happier note (I think. Maybe not), as a gardener, I want to be buried underneath an apple tree with the epitath: "He always did make great compost."

I guess I could be buried in a Heineken can. I've put a few of them into myself over the years, I guess I owe them, or......maybe not.

Yes, you could and the mortician wouldn't be surprised at all. You could even be divided up into a six-pack. How do I know this? I was the executor of my mother's estate. She required me to have her cremated and put into a Maxwell House coffee can that says "good to the last drop." I thought it was a strange request and when I told the mortician, he told me about much stranger requests that he'd had. My mother also directed me to put the can on a conspicuous place in my house and everyone is to feel free to make jokes about it. For example, "She still makes a lousy cup of coffee." She's on the top, center shelf of my hutch. She's present at every family gathering and there is always one round of jokes about it.:D

Too bad Stevie Ray Vaugh passed away back in 1990, he could've wrote a song about the Pringles man, just like he did when a guy was buried in his cadillac.
SRV will never die

Yes, you could and the mortician wouldn't be surprised at all. You could even be divided up into a six-pack. How do I know this? I was the executor of my mother's estate. She required me to have her cremated and put into a Maxwell House coffee can that says "good to the last drop." I thought it was a strange request and when I told the mortician, he told me about much stranger requests that he'd had. My mother also directed me to put the can on a conspicuous place in my house and everyone is to feel free to make jokes about it. For example, "She still makes a lousy cup of coffee." She's on the top, center shelf of my hutch. She's present at every family gathering and there is always one round of jokes about it.:D

That's GREAT! Man, I bet she was a hoot. Thanks for the laugh! "She still makes a lousy cup of coffee." That kills me! :D:D:D

That's GREAT! Man, I bet she was a hoot. Thanks for the laugh! "She still makes a lousy cup of coffee." That kills me! :D:D:D

Thanks, she had a great sense of humor. I dust her can every mother's day.:D