What the Heck? Juggalo Funeral

Repost from the old site.

A real White trash funeral, complete with booze cooler casket and the bereaved dressed in their Sunday best.

There is something about this picture that really bothers me. Those people with the Insane Clown Posse t-shirts are known as juggalos. Juggalos are the fan base of the Detroit White hip hop group Insane Clown Posse.

Juggalos have lately gotten a reputation for being associated with a lot of crimes, to the extent that they are now considered to be a White street gang. But only about 15% of juggalos are involved in gang-related criminal activity.

The dead baby. Yuck. Ninja down!

There is something just so wrong about showing up at your baby’s funeral wearing Insane Clown Posse t-shirts. And the coffin looks like a beer cooler. And if you look at the really weird markings on the coffin, there are two aliens engaged in a shootout.

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The story around this baby’s death is that it died preterm when the woman with the dyed hair was 6-7 months pregnant, due to her very heavy use of drugs. She was supposedly a very heavy drug user who took all sorts of drugs every day during her pregnancy, resulting in the stillbirth of the baby preterm. Afterward, she supposedly sued the hospital for killing the baby, when in fact it was her drug abuse that did it.

What’s even worse was she called in to some Juggalo radio show and talked about her dead baby for about a minute, then started bitching about some merchandise they never sent her.

Below is from her MySpace page. It’s worse. Here is a closeup of the cartoon images on the casket from the MySpace page along with some text:

The “psychopathics” from outer space are going to protect this stillborn baby from evil? WTH?

Here is the funeral announcement from the MySpace page:

Juggalo Ho posted:

R * I * P

*Anabelle Lotus Krawczyk*
05 – 11 – 2008

Mother ~ Julie aka Juggalo Julz
Father ~ Joe aka Druggalo JK47

BORN ~ Mothers Day, Sun.

May 11, 2008 10:39am

DIED ~ Mothers Day, Sun.

May 11, 2008 10:52

FROM MOMMA, JUGGALO JULZ::

MY LITTLE NINJETTE DIED 1 IN A MILLION MEDICAL ERROR..FOR NO REASON. THE DOCTORS SHOOK THERE HEADS AT ME AND SAID WERE DONT KNOW WHY OR HOW. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? MY DAUGHTER SHOULD BE IN MY ARMS RIGHT NOW AND SHES GONE AND THATS PRICELESS TO ME!!! I PROMISED MY LOTUS I WOULD GET JUSTICE FOR HER DEATH TO MY VERY LAST BREATH! PLEASE HELP A JUGGALO FAMILY OUT…

EVERY & ANY JUGGALO & JUGGALETTE IS INVITED TO MY BABY NINJETTE ANABELLE LOTUS KRAWCZYK FUNERAL…WERE ALL A FUCK’N FAMILY AND OUR LITTLE LOTUS IS GONE TO SHANGRI-LA…PLEASE WRITE ME BACK HERE OR EMAIL IF U WILL COME. IM STILL MAKING ARRANGEMENTS. ON DATE OR TIME YET..

BEST WISHES ~

PLEASE WEAR ANYTHING DARK LOTUS OR IF U FONT HAVE LOTUS ANYTHING PSYCHOPATHIC GEAR TO HER FUNERAL

PLEASE JUGGALOS IF U CAN DONATE ANYTHING EVEN.

$0.01 OR $1.OO WILL HELP US TO GET A HEADSTONE FOR OUR DAUGHTER.

YOU CAN DONATE AT THE FUNERAL OR IF U CANT ATTEND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO STILL DONATE ANYTHING TO OUR HOME AND EMAIL ME ON HERE AND I WILL SEND U MY ADDRESS…

PLEASE BRING A LOTUS FLOWER THEY ARE SO RARE TO FIND. OR PLEASE TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND ONE.. IM HAVING A LOT TROUBLE FINDING IT…

PLEASE FAMILY COME AND SUPPORT US IN OUR DARKEST HOUR…NINJA DOWN

MCL JULIE & JOE

WHERE ~ MALEC & SONS FUNERAL HOME

ADDRESS ~ 6000 N. MILWAUKEE AVE.
CHICAGO IL 60646

FUNERAL HOME PHONE ~ 773 – 774 – 4100

DATE ~ FRIDAY MAY 23 2008

TIME ~ 9:00AM – 1:00PM (Service starts at 9:00AM then we go to the cemetery)

*REMEMBER AT A FUNERAL WE ALL FOLLOW TOGETHER TO THE CEMETERY AFTER THE SERVICE…..

LAYED TO REST AT ~ EDEN CEMETERY

ADDRESS ~ 9851 W. IRVING PARK ROAD
SCHILLER PARK IL 60176

CEMETERY PHONE ~ 847 – 678 – 1631

*WE PRAY TO SEE ALL JUGGALOS THERE FOR ANABELLE LOTUS….

THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT,
A GRIEVING JUGGALO MOTHER & FATHER

You’ve got to be kidding? “Ninja down”? The mother’s name is “Juggalo Julz,” and the father’s name is “Druggalo JK47?” Tell me this isn’t true. Something about that is just wrong.

I realize I have been told that it’s un-Commie of me to make fun of White trash, and there’s nothing really funny about a stillborn baby, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

It’s always sad when a kid dies, but at least she didn’t get to be raised by these parents.

LOL. Not much I can say to this photo. I started busting up the first time I even looked at it, and it’s about a dead baby!

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138 thoughts on “What the Heck? Juggalo Funeral”

  1. Howard, I appreciate your thoughts on this pathetic situation. You wrote, “Try to imagine having nothing; no education, no skills, no talent, no drive. In short, no future!”

    Frankly, I don’t have to imagine it – I’ve been there. To compound the problem, I had been thrust into a society I was thoroughly unfamiliar with and did not understand at all (American culture) after having been reared in various foreign countries from the age of 8 & coming back to USA at 16. That same year, I simultaneously lost my virginity and became pregnant by a man 7 years my senior. He was a Cretin, obviously – and I was a lost, scared, emotionally wounded little girl who had just lost her Dad and seen her family disintegrate before her eyes…now I see all that, but back then I only felt shame and guilt.

    I was ‘forced’ by my family to marry the man. It was what “good families” did back then, you see.
    Shame and coercion were the tools used to somehow, supposedly, magically and remarkably preserve the family’s good name. Cool, huh? So I did as I was told. I dropped out of high school the summer before my Senior year. I was 17 in July, and my baby was born in November. When she was 6 weeks old, I got pregnant…the first time I’d had intercourse since the birth. When my first child was 11 months old, I had twins. I had just turned 18.

    At 19, I found myself with 3 babies in diapers, 2 black eyes, and 1 old car to use as a “getaway.”
    Having been effectively abandoned by my family partially due to circumstances beyond their control and partially because the whole family had exploded to bits, I ended up living in that old car for a couple of months. Back then, disposable diapers were uncommon, inefficient, and very expensive. Basically, they were only used while traveling if you could afford them. I often had no way to do laundry after I escaped the abusive father of my babies, and many times I ended up using my T-shirts as diapers.

    Fast forward…I’m a grandmother of 7, living in a little cabin my husband & I designed ourselves and put on our 100 acres of land – all paid for, free & clear – getting ready to retire early at age 54. I’ve had a successful career in medicine, althogh I did not attend college until my children had all left home. Neither did I remarry until my kids had all grown and left the nest. It is possible, albeit often very difficult, to rise above the storms, slights, and indignities of life. For years I lived in shame, guilt, humiliation, disgrace, degradation, and ignominy. I felt I had no right to my very existence.

    I worked at menial minimum wage jobs (often 2 or 2 1/2 jobs at a time) and steered clear of drugs, alcohol, etc…couldn’t have afforded it if I’d wanted it, anyway. As the years went by, I did begin to use alcohol. Excessively. I was a functional drunk. Not an alcoholic, just a drunk…which is less respectable than being an alcoholic. I did it by choice, not because of addiction. It was my chicken-shit escape. I’m not proud of it, but that is the way it is. The way it was anyway.

    Life can be hard at the best of times. Some of us choose to rise to the challenge and eventually overcome…some of us make excuses as to why we “can’t.” I have empathy for this couple…but they make their choices just as you and I make ours. Being poor, disenfranchised, abandoned by every level of society, degraded, hurt, and relatively unintelligent didn’t define the rest of my life.
    Unintentionally or not, my life was effed up by my own actions and my own choices…I was an ignorant child, but I still did it to myself. By the same token, I eventually crawled out of it with no help from anyone.

    The blame is all mine, but so is the eventual triumph.

    I don’t really know why I felt moved to share this with you. Maybe just to say, “I wish someone like you had cared enough to give me some encouragement, to just see me, when I was going through my own personal journey out of Hell.” I feel for this family…as bad as it was for me when I was young, I never had to live in their world. I’m grateful for that. I wish them all the best in their own journey out of their own Hell…because it surely is Hell, whether of their own making or not.

  2. The “psychopathics” from outer space are going to protect this stillborn baby from evil? WTH?

    How is that any weirder than believing she is in a sky palace with an imaginary god and all her realitives with wings?

  3. It’s some damned funny pictures. It’s kinda like all the hoes and their boys… Each time they poop that hurts coming out, they say they had a babe and get a random name tattooed on their fat body and call it a day. In 5 yrs they have like 15 babies names and dates tattooed on them all because of a bigger than normal turd that’s gonna get flushed anyways…

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