This was in my office parking lot Tuesday. My Dad almost bought me one (Vintage Hearse-- this one is a '61 Cadillac, I think) so I'd have a big heavy, safe car. This one has stereo speakers behind the driver's seat, curtains, and generally looked like it might be a den of iniquity on wheels. (Which is why my Mom nixed the hearse-for-wheels idea.)
But instead of lots of rock group decals on the back window or bumper it just had one.
Frankly, I'm going to stick with calling myself a life coach.