Your couch is like a wife: it wants you to spend all your time with it, hides money from you, and expects constant ass, even when you're tired. Well, 'til death do you part: Coffin Couches.

Started by a former CSI/current autopsy guy in East LA, Coffins are exactly that: former resting places for dead people, converted into temporary resting places for your friend from the East Coast. Each is customized to-order and takes seven days to make, starting with an 18-gauge-steel coffin abetted by 4-inch heavy duty padding, vinyl, and leather; colors range from primaries, to cow-print, to Dodger Blue, complete with logo, giving your weary bones something to Chan Ho Park it on. Upping the macabre, each coffin's a veteran of deathly events (mostly public viewings), and is embossed with a biohazard logo on each leg, signifying the highly-unlikely-but-still-possible presence of bodily fluids -- an adornment you'll assume is tongue-in-cheek, until one errant blood cell ushers in the Zombiepocalypse.

Later this year CC's creators are planning on expanding into file cabinets, mirrors, and beds -- in case your actual wife's lapsed into the other classic nuptial role: a lifeless body.