An abandoned hearse somewhere out west (probably Death Valley). Can’t you just picture its final occupant? A bigwig whose last wish was to be transported to his grave in quiet dignity. Unfortunately, a posse of angry Indians came whooping down from the hillsides and scared the horses, who bolted. The coffin was unceremoniously thrown from the vehicle, hit the ground, popped open, and flung the decomposing old gasbag into a cactus.