(My best friend has worked for organ donation centers for about 10 years, so I learned all kinds of nifty stuff about organ donation.)

Ooooh. A kid in my class this year did a long paper on organ donation. I was shocked at how long some of the stuff being donated can last, in some instances, years.

I just continue to be amazed that you can donate tendon! I don't know why that strikes me as so amazing, but it does.

(It's a nice story actually. There are pics, but you have to click through to them.)

Now I feel very sheltered, because my main reaction is, Holy crap -- is that thing still functional??? That's a lot of gold.

K actually has cadaver tendon in her knee, so I guess it doesn't phase me at all.

Bone! When I had a tooth out they implanted somebody else's bone into my jaw to build it up for an implant (which I never got). They can recycle all sorts of your shit.

My dad had originally wanted to be donated to science, but either Mom talked him out of it or he did so himself. Now we all agree on being stripped for parts like Ferraris left unattended in downtown Detroit, cremated in the cheapest box possible, and scattered over Mom's family plot.

I did manage to talk Mom into allowing a visitation for the sake of family members' closure. Her aversion to appearing in public will apparently extend beyond the grave.

If Westboro Baptist Church is still protesting at funerals when I get on in years, I'm going to stipulate that my estate go towards bail for any relatives that throw my ashes in their faces. Enjoy some blackpink lung disease courtesy of me, bitches!

It's like a post Christmas miracle.

Hmm. I think I'm confused about miracles.

I have no idea where most of my grandparents were buried. My paternal grandmother may have been buried with the other bodies on her own land, but I don't know who inherited her property.

Hmm. I think I'm confused about miracles.

Well, I didn't have any names to search for.

My body goes to the Emory Medical School, and I was assured that they still want it even in its altered state. My mother wanted to give me a plot so I could spend eternity with her, my dad and my sister in a cemetery designed to be easy to mow. I declined.

I didn't have any names to search for.

Despite being sorely behind in going through your emails, I will always trust your inspirations. We can agree on Megan Fox, right?

Law student Nick Kam has written a paper exploring a hypothetical legal scenario: from a set of conjoined twins, one commits a murder. Since justly punishing one requires unjustly punishing the other, would the guilty party escape punishment?

I used to wonder this all the time in high school! I'm glad to see an actual law student explore the issue!

(My chronic insomnia was worse in high school. I think a good night's sleep for me was 5 hours. Not shockingly, I spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling and thinking about random shit.)