Though you can buy a can of spray nitrogen, which is specifically meant to lay down a neutral layer on top of the wine in an open bottle and keep it fresher longer, but really, you should try to drink it all in one go.

I'm trying to remember if it was Cook's Illustrated or the local paper or Slate that just did their article on keeping wine fresh. Whichever it was, the rubber stopper method saved wine came out on top in the blind taste tests.

Oh, and also, Connie, you can always use some of the wine in a nice meat dish for the night you plan on drinking it, making sure to reserve enough for a glass or two for yourselves.

Another cool thing is that, if you donate your body "to Science" (which really means to a medical school), you can still donate whatever organs/tissues/bone/etc. are donate-able first.

Oh, yeah. I took an anatomy class for the anthro honors curriculum and it was kinda neat that when we studied a donated body to learn to identify the muscle groups they also included some random organs. They had more than one set of lungs there; one was all black, from a long time smoker and the other was nice and pink. Gave you an up-close-and-personal look at the damage caused by smoking.

The plastination exhibit has a lot of diseased organs. You start out thinking lung cancer is gross, but by the time you're done, it's the least of it. Blessedly, I've blocked a lot.

Connie, you can always use some of the wine in a nice meat dish for the night you plan on drinking it, making sure to reserve enough for a glass or two for yourselves.

Ooh, encourage my husband to experiment more with the cooking. He's the cook in our house.

Oh, fuck ... I wonder how many of his drugs say "Drink alcohol and die" on them.

I don't want to work anymore. I want to go hame and play with Em.

Someone write me a note.

Writes Aimee note.

Contents of note:

You're it.

I like that are so many options open to dead people. DH has stated that he doesn't want a funeral service or viewing, which I understand. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder how I will feel and how our friends and family would feel without the chance to say good-bye to him. Funerals are for the living.

I also think I might like to look into one of those teaching methods of body disposal. I think it sounds pretty cool the idea of some young doctor or scientist learning something important from my cold, dead ass.

I've had a hot bath and pizza is on its way. This makes me very happy. That and the peanut butter easter egg.

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My father's a mortician, like his father before him, and I spent my first 6 years living in the mortician's home built into the family mortuary.

A good friend of mine is dating a mortician. He's young, cute and gay and when they started dating you can bet the Six Feet Under jokes were flying.