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.)
I just want to be in the ground and rotting. I want my nitrogen to go back into the soil.
Body farm, Hec. Natural decomp, plus medical research!
My parents both donated their bodies the the University med school. then they were cremated after the school was done with them. they are now in a cardboard box in my brothers office. I'm lobbying to have them sent into space. I think they'd like that.
That is awesomely cool! I have a new after-death plan now.
I just want to donate whatever is useable/needed, and then cremate me and be done with it. I also don't want family members to feel obligated to keep my ashes in an urn/coffee can on the mantel/toilet tank. If they want to mix my ashes in with the rosebed mulch, then right on.
This is pretty much me. Maybe especially the mixing into the mulch part.
Me too, until quester brought up the "into space" thing.
She's a no, right?
We're right on the same page. As long as she keeps making crap movies and lying to the press about being schizophrenic and just generally skanking around...ewww.
Wait, that's not right...
If it's wrong, I don't want to be right!
The story of Karl Rove's father is awesome.
I think I want to have some kind of service for DH, even though he has no desire for a funeral. I think they're good for closure, regardless whether there is a corpse in attendance or not. I've always had great times at funerals, as weird as that is--but they've mostly been for elderly relatives and the chance to get together with cousins that I like but never see is sort of fun.
I braved the grocery store in spite of crappy roads. Turns out it was the best time to go--the store is nearly empty after 10:30! I came home to find DH watching Away We Go for the 11th time.
