Med schools need lots of cadavers. My high school English teacher once said her daughter's med school class got a kick out of finding tatoos on their class corpses.

Why did I dick around tonight? I have to go to the grocery store tonight and I waited until late. I won't have time tomorrow because I'm getting the van's window replaced and then I'd have to take the kids to the store (which is the LAST thing I want to do).

HA! I don't think anyone wants my organs.

Between diabetes and smoking, I bet my organs aren't real attractive either, sadly. But med school students could learn something from them, I suppose.

I'm lobbying to have them sent into space.

AWESOME.

*bites tongue*

Can I poke fun at Karl Rove's divorce? 'Cause I'm really hoping he fits in with the Neocon pattern of screwing around on your spouse and then screaming about preserving the sanctity of marriage.

Me? I don't really care. Use me for science, do with the rest whatever floats your boat. I'd prefer cremation but not strongly. Just don't waste emotional cycles on it. Likely, it'll be up to my brother, the unsentimental bastard, so science will dispose of me into a biohazard bag. I like cemetaries, I like reading headstones. But I don't need one. I hope I can leave an equivalent mark in my lifetime.

I don't like the idea of cremation, nor embalming. I just want to be in the ground and rotting. I want my nitrogen to go back into the soil.

Yeah, I like that. I haven't really looked into how to make it work though.

I don't like the ides of being all alone in the ground. Not that I'd know it, but still. And as much as I like cemeteries, I think they're sort of troublesome -- once we move away from here, for instance, the chances of us visiting my MiL's grave are slim to none. Which seems wrong.

When my mom died, we knew that if possible she'd want to be where her parents were. It was an older cemetary, but not in a terribly built up area so it seemed like they might have expanded. She didn't really have an emotional connection to anywhere in this country outside of Manhattan, which, no. As it happened - and I have no idea how it happened - they had one plot available. Next to her parents.

There's a tree on the other side so I think they must have changed their standards for the plot size or something, but god. What a gift that was.

It's a few years since I've been out there. Maybe I can make it this summer. We went there enough as kids that the cemetary itself is a very comforting, homey place for me.

If you can't say anything nice about a man who may have just had a heart attack, don't say anything at all."

Guess I'm not saying anything.

Cash, did you know that Karl Rove's father was very into interesting, um, piercings and did some modeling to that effect?

t bites Cash's tongue

Wait, that's not right...

I cleaned! And really cleaned, without sending ita ANY links.

It's like a post Christmas miracle.

We went there enough as kids that the cemetary itself is a very comforting, homey place for me.

Nice. There was a graveyard I played in when I was growing up in Oregon. There were lots of apple trees there and we'd climb up and eat apples in the branches. That's all I want. To be in somebody's apple.

As it happened - and I have no idea how it happened - they had one plot available. Next to her parents.

That's wonderful. I do like the idea of everyone all together.

I like cemetaries, I like reading headstones.

There was a really old one in the PA town where we used to live, and I loved walking in there -- stones dating back to the early 1800s.