Wild West of America's weirdest drive-thrus from funeral homes to strip clubs The scorching Alabama sun beating down on the bonnet of my vast, far-bigger-than-I-wanted Ford rental truck, I turned towards the flashing location marker on my Satnav and prepared to park.
Rather than viewing a funeral through your car window, customers can drive up to the former bank where curtains open, revealing the deceased for three minutes.
As deeply weird an idea as this is for someone from a country that clings onto what remains of its walkable town centres and pavement culture, the drive-thru bank is far from the strangest service you can receive from the seat of your Chevvy.
Ten years ago the company's president Ivan Phillips installed a drive-thru window, allowing people to drive up to pay their last respects.
Of course, that had meant hopping in the car and driving five miles from my "town centre" hotel, which was actually about 100 blocks from Main Street, to the nearest one.
