Memorials for cars with stories
Every dead car deserves a good obituary.
For the first truck, the faithful beater, and the minivan that gave up on the interstate. Turn its photo and questionable legacy into a memorial worth sharing.
Free digital memorial. Keepsakes only if you want them.
An obituary might read…
“Survived by one hubcap and a check engine light that never went out.”
Illustrative memorial copy. Not a customer submission.
Our house rules
Affectionate, never cruel.
Cars only. No faces or visible plates.
Optional extras. No guilt trip.
01 / The proper send-off
Less paperwork.
More car lore.
It doesn’t need to have been a good car. It just needs to have been yours. The rattles, road trips, and roadside betrayals all belong in the story.
A little privacy before the eulogy
Use a car-only photo. Hide license plates and leave out faces, addresses, and other identifying details.
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Introduce the dearly departed
Bring a photo, its nickname, and the years you owned it. Rust is welcome. Personal information isn’t.
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Tell us what it got away with
The heater that only worked in July. The 200,000-mile victory lap. A few memories become a polished, lovingly ridiculous obituary.
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Give the group chat some closure
A phone-friendly memorial card makes the story easy to screenshot and share with everyone who ever rode shotgun.
02 / Keep a piece of the legend
The car is gone.
The story isn’t.
Keep the digital send-off free, or give that beloved money pit a permanent place on your wall, desk, or keys.
Explore memorials & keepsakesDigital memorial
FreePhoto, memories, and a mock obituary made for sharing.
Premium tribute
Around $10A custom car illustration and room for a longer story.
Printed keepsakes
$15–$40Framed prints, mugs, and keychains. Made to order, not made to sit in a warehouse.
Premium and keepsake prices are indicative. Browse the catalog for current availability, exact pricing, and shipping.
One last ride. One good story.
It carried you everywhere.
Give it a proper goodbye.
For the car you swore you hated—and still miss a little.