I don't want to be cremated. I want to be buried and rot as is right and natural. Then I am in the dirt with all my nitrogen enriching bits instead of air pollution and ashes.
Which takes me into another song. "Bury Me Deep" by Poi Dog Pondering.
I've tried to march in the Slayer Pride Parade ...
Joyce ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
aurelia - Dec 17, 2007 6:59:32 pm PST #8801 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
megan walker - Dec 17, 2007 7:00:56 pm PST #8802 of 10002
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
And how the heck are you, btw? We haven't had a chance to catch up in forever.See, this is why you need to come north for a visit!
I've been pretty much out of commission since Thanksgiving. First, with food poisoning, then with the never-ending hacking cough from hell. I sincerely hope this means I won't pick up whatever I usually catch from my niece and nephew over Christmas.
Otherwise, I'm very happy in my new home and job. So far, I'm not missing teaching at all. Of course, maybe that's because I still have to think about all the planning and pedagogy that I loved, while not having any actual grading!
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 7:03:18 pm PST #8803 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Ooh Poi Dog. Screw "Tea for the Tillerman". Now I want "The Hardest Thing".
SuziQ - Dec 17, 2007 7:04:46 pm PST #8804 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My FIL was cremated and then we sprinkled him at sea. A lovely idea unless the wind turns and ends up blowing the ashes the wrong direction and you end up with a snork full. My nephew swears he got Pop's left big toe.
Donate me, burn me, and turn me into flower fertilizer. Unless you can figure a way to sprinkle me on a baseball field.
Aims - Dec 17, 2007 7:07:38 pm PST #8805 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
pushes snow, leftover wedding cake, bridesmaid dress, and holly branches off of her head
surfaces
Very quick driveby post to say that I survived the wedding and snowpocalypse. Wedding was wonderful and beautiful and fun and I'm glad to have another brother.
Also survived snowpocalypse and am not having as much fun with that.
dives into sea of school, cleaning, and holiday preparations.
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 7:07:40 pm PST #8806 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I had a friend who was a helicopter pilot. She was sometimes called upon to scatter ashes and she said they often ended up back inside the copter all over the gireving loved ones. I seem to recall John Belushi ended up all over his loved ones too. I suppose that's one way to grok your dearly departed.
Aims - Dec 17, 2007 7:09:47 pm PST #8807 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Re: remains.
Donate everything, burn the rest, put me in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar on the dining room table and have a good, old fashioned Irish wake for me. Get drunk, dance, tell goofy stories, and wear tiaras. No somber funeral, please.
Then, take me to the UP and sprinkle me in Big Bay De Noc.
§ ita § - Dec 17, 2007 7:11:13 pm PST #8808 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My sister and I have a pact to supply drugs for each other's funerals
What kind of drugs?
DCJensen - Dec 17, 2007 7:13:26 pm PST #8809 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 7:13:28 pm PST #8810 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
What kind of drugs?
the smokeable mellow kind