This reminds me of a scene from the 18th century novel Clarissa by Samuel Richardson. Clarissa is a young lady who is supposed to be more or less perfect, including her beauty, education and accomplishments such as playing the harpsichord and needlework. Fast-forward to about 1400 pages later, when she has been through some extremely nasty experiences and is dying of anorexia. She orders her coffin in advance, and keeps it in her room to use as a desk and occasionally rest on. This freaks everyone out. What freaks them out even more is that she has ordered the coffin to be covered with these highly elaborate designs. When people nervously ask her why, she says, "Oops, I'm so used to doing my embroidery designs, I got a bit carried away."
So someone thought of something very similar about 270 years ago!