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.
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.
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.
On a completely different note: is it strange that I've spent the last 1 1/2 hours looking at wedding dresses online? And I'm not getting married?
New tags for Susan, Cash, and Kristin.
