Frank Sinatra Liked This Whiskey So Much He Was Buried With It

You can't take it with you, is something they always say when it comes to death and dying. To what end, we're not sure. To encourage us to go on one last spending binge before we leave this world? That could prove awkward if you don't, in fact, die as scheduled and wind up outliving your resources. In defiance of this edict, there's been a long tradition of grave goods dating back to prehistoric times, items of some special significance being buried alongside the dearly departed. Without such customs, we'd have far less stuff in museums and archaeologists would be reduced to scrounging around ancient garbage pits rather than excavating really cool tombs.

While modern celebs are no Tutankhamuns, not meriting multi-room burial chambers outfitted with an entire gold mine's worth of bling, many of them (as well as numerous less famous folks) still go to meet their maker equipped with a little something to keep them company on that long journey into the hereafter. One of these people was, if not a living god (as the pharaohs of Ancient Egypt were so styled), at least a living legend: Ol' Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra.

Gentleman Jack's still keeping Frank Sinatra company

Sinatra, in life, was a man who liked a drink or two or three or...who's counting, anyway? Despite the long association between the Rat Pack and classic retro cocktails such as the martini, Sinatra himself was more of a bourbon on the rocks kind of guy. And not just any bourbon — according to Forbes, the crooner had a lifelong love affair with Jack Daniels that dated back to 1947 and lasted...well, not until death did them part, because it didn't. Unless, Sinatra's prone to the same tomb robbers that plagued King Tut, the Express says he's still got a bottle of Jack in his coffin.

Since nothing goes better with a drink than a smoke (at least if you're already dead and have little to lose, health-wise), he's got a pack of Camels tucked in there as well, along with a Zippo to light them with. Oh, and a couple of dimes just in case he needs to phone home from the great beyond...assuming that wherever he went, it was to a place where pay phones still exist, and that the price of a call hasn't gone up since he passed away in 1998. Even if it has, though, that's ok, Frankie. You can call us collect any time!