Tad Hoskins thinks we should face the facts: We’re all going to die. So we should make the necessary preparations. He’s not a morbid guy — just well prepared. That’s why he has his mom’s casket stored in his workshop.
Spring came late this year to New York Mills, Minnesota. When we visited in April they were having yet another snowstorm, and the ice was still thick on the lakes.
In the summertime, the area is teeming with people from Minneapolis. It’s about a three-hour drive. They stay at cabins and resorts and campgrounds. Only about a thousand people live in the town year-round, and a lot of them work at the big Lund fishing boat factory.
Clear over on the other end of town—six blocks away—Patrick Kilby has a shop. He spends most of his year here, but he lives in Manhattan for two months each winter so he can play Santa Claus at Radio City Music Hall.
“It’s called the Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes,” he says.
Kilby definitely looks the Santa part. He has the hair, the beard, the physique and the little round glasses.
But instead of making toys for the rest of the year, Patrick Kilby builds and refinishes furniture.
“We do tables and chairs,” Kilby says, “and just about anything you could imagine that needs to be refinished in your house.”
Kilby also runs another business out of this space. It’s called “A Simple Pine Box.”
He makes a few dozen caskets each year. Some people buy them already assembled, and some people buy a casket kit.
The phrase “simple pine box” doesn’t quite do this casket justice.
“Yeah, and that’s what people say,” according to Kilby. “They go, ‘Oh, I was thinking something like just a few boards put together.’”
Kilby says that wouldn’t be something he’d call a “simple box.”
“I would call that a rough box,” he says with a grin.
Patrick Kilby’s caskets are smooth, tightly-fitted rectangular boxes. The lids have beveled edges and there’s a sturdy handle running down each side for the pallbearers to hold onto.
Each kit comes with an Allen wrench. That’s the only tool that’s needed to put the casket together. In fact, if you called this casket something like The Norqvist, you could almost imagine it in an IKEA catalog.
“Right now, it’s unfinished,” Kilby says.
Some people put a coat of finish on the casket. Some don’t.
“What we tell people is if you put two blankets in here and a couple of pillows, that’s all you need for a lining.”
Patrick Kilby made his first casket about eight years ago. That one was for his mother. She was dying of cancer, so Kilby and his siblings had started to make preparations.
“We went and started doing some shopping and trying to figure out, what does this cost?” Kilby says.
They were looking at caskets that ranged in price from $3,500 to roughly $10,000.
“What was available to buy just didn’t seem like it fit somehow,” Kilby says.
Kilby says his mother was “conservative.”
“You would maybe say a salt-of-the-earth kind of person,” he says. “And what was available was real fancy, beautiful caskets. And I know that if my mom saw them she’d say, ‘Don’t bury me in that.’”
Then Kilby’s sister had an idea.
“My sister just off the cuff said to me one day, ‘You’re a woodworker. Why don’t you build a casket?’”
At first, Kilby says, the idea seemed pretty weird. But he agreed to do it.
“Once I started, it felt great,” he says. “It was like I had an opportunity to do make something to honor my mother, but also to honor my family as well.”
When he finished making his mom’s casket, he and his wife put it in the back of their pickup truck. They covered it with a tarp and drove to his sister’s house down in Minneapolis. His sister lived on a busy commercial street called Lyndale Avenue.
That’s when Kilby discovered that some people are freaked out by caskets.
“We opened up the pickup and I pulled it out on Lyndale Avenue, and we just about had a huge accident right in front of us,” Kilby says. “People were like, ‘Whoa, there’s a casket here on Lyndale Avenue.’”
Kilby and his wife thought that was an odd response.
“Some of that experience is what kind of spurred us on to doing this,” he says. “Because we thought, ‘People are that unaware or unfamiliar with looking at it?’ In our Western culture, we don’t like to talk about death.”
But Kilby figured there must be some people who are comfortable thinking about death and looking for ways to prepare for it. So he decided to make some more caskets.
“We sell most of our caskets to people who are Baby Boomers,” he says. “We’ve sold several kits to people that are terminally ill with cancer, and they said, ‘Hey, I want to buy this and put this together for myself before I die.’”
Kilby says the other group consists of people with parents in their 90s.
“They will buy kits from us and say, ‘We’ll just keep these, store these, and when we need one, we got it,’” he says.
That’s what will happen the casket that Kilby is working on today.
He ships casket kits all over the country, but this particular customer lives only 60 miles down the road, so Kilby will deliver the kit in person.
The customer, Tad Hoskins, lives outside the town of Brainerd. That’s where the police chief in the movie “Fargo” lives.
When Kilby arrives, Hoskins is outside his big, multi-vehicle garage tending some habanero beef jerky in his smoker.
“OK, you want to haul it in?” Kilby asks.
He has this casket pre-assembled so Hoskins can get a look at it. The two of them slide it out of Kilby’s van and carry it into the garage. They set it on a couple of sawhorses.
A while back, Hoskins saw one of Kilby’s brochures, and he decided to make a casket for his mom. He’s a carpenter, but he doesn’t have the tools for woodworking. So he decided to buy one of Kilby’s kits.
“When I first proposed it to mom, I said ‘What do you think about this idea?’” Hoskins says. “I talked to her about it and showed her the brochure. She’s like, ‘Yeah, that’s perfect.’ She got excited about it.”
Hoskins says he and his brother might work on the casket together.
“We’ll probably be taking it apart and storing it in a box and waiting until it’s near time,” he says. “And then reassembling it when it’s needed.”
Hoskins’ mom is 80 years old. She’s still living at home with some help from her daughter, but she’s been talking with hospice people lately.
She’s also been leaning on Hoskins to get a casket for her.
“I’m actually going to go see her,” he says. “And I’m going to have pictures on my phone of it, and I’ll just ask her, ‘Do you want to see what it looks like or what?’”
Hoskins thinks his mom will be pleased.
“It’s exactly what she wanted when she saw the photographs in the brochure, so I think she’s really going to like it,” he says. “I don’t know if it’ll upset her or not, but we’ll deal with that when the time comes. Take her out to lunch and make it all better.”
Tad Hoskins says he’s always had a matter-of-fact attitude toward death. He thinks it might be partly because he grew up in a farming and hunting family and he saw a lot of death.
“I’ve got young nieces and nephews, 3 or 4 years old, and they’re out at deer camp,” he says. “They understand the deer are going to die and we’re going to eat them.”
Hoskins grew up with this understanding as well.
“I don’t even remember a time death really upset me,” he says. “I mourned the loss.”
The first person Hoskins lost was his grandpa.
“I was 13 and he was my best buddy,” he says. “I was sad that grandpa wasn’t there anymore. We called him gramps and I was tadpole. We were inseparable. I remember grieving, but it was just like, ‘OK, this is the natural course of life.’”
Hoskins is 53, but he and his wife are already making plans for their own deaths.
They will be cremated, and they’re commissioning Patrick Kilby to make wooden urns for their ashes. They’ll be kits, just like his mom’s casket.
“The urns, of course, will be quite smaller,” Hoskins says. “But again they’d be collapsed down and when the time comes, with a little glue and a screw gun you can zip them together.”
Hoskins says they’re making the decisions now for the sake of their kids. His father died unexpectedly of a stroke more than 20 years ago, and he remembers having to make a lot of tough decisions in a hurry.
“We don’t want anybody to deal with that,” he says. “We just like to be prepared.”
Hoskins says he, his wife and his mom are all alike in this regard.
“We just believe in being prepared,” he says. “That’s why you buy big bags of toilet paper, four containers of ketchup at a time. You want to be prepared. You might have a dinner party, you know?”
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