I Saw My First Dead Body at Six Flags Over Texas

A formative experience. A life-changing moment. A Tuesday at Six Flags Over Texas. Some people find themselves on a mountaintop or in a quiet moment of reflection - a sunrise, a first love, a profound conversation with a stranger. You found yourself in line for the Texas Giant, funnel cake in hand, and something shifted in you permanently. You didn't ask for this. Six Flags didn't warn you. And yet here you are, a changed person, buying a sticker about it.

Weatherproof, UV-resistant, and dishwasher-safe - because this memory has already survived everything else, it might as well survive a car wash too. 6.66% of every order is donated to The Satanic Temple. No AI was used in the creation of this design. All designs are hand-printed and made to order in Denver, Colorado. The Satanic Temple had nothing to do with what happened at Six Flags. Probably.