It seems weird, but I kind of like the crash test dummy idea.
Xander ,'End of Days'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My high school English teacher had a daughter in med school. She told us her daughter brought back all kinds of stories of first year pranks in anatomy classes--like sewing up a hard boiled egg in someone else's cadaver's scrotum and giving out prizes for the most interesting tattoos.
I'd like to donate my body to a med school or body farm.
When I was a babybat wannabe, I used to take rubbings of the coolest, oldest tombstones I could find and write stories about the people who were buried there.
If you're cremated, you can fit many more people in the family plot, as it turns out...
My cousin, when she bought her family plot (mixed burial and cremation... repositories?) added a couple of extra cremation spaces just in case any of her cousins (she only has five of us altogether, I think), you know, needed a place. Really, kind of touching.
When I was a babybat wannabe
Awww, I don't know that I knew this about you Cash.
repositories
Eeek! Like, shoving cremains up grandma's ass?!
I kid.
Awww, I don't know that I knew this about you Cash.
Kids in high school used to ask my twin sister if I was a witch. @@ If only.
Kids in high school used to ask my twin sister if I was a witch. @@ If only.
I'm going to need a picture of high school Cashmere.
I fully intend to live to a ripe old age, but if any of my organs are still worth having when I shuffle off this mortal coil I want them donated to anyone who could use them. The rest of me can be cremated and buried (not scattered -- like Hec, I want to stay in one place).
It seems weird, but I kind of like the crash test dummy idea.
I feel like I've been enough of a crash test dummy in life.
Stoopid gravity.
Heh. Over Christmas my sister and I had this conversation, and agreed that we both want anything donated that can be, except the face. Cause that's just creepy. Hands are ok, but face is out. And then cremation, stone if someone else still living wants one, but for the love of god, just don't put us in the back of Aunt Pam's closet!! Which is to say, I got around to asking where grandpa was buried, anyway--I remember his funeral, some 15 years ago, but...and mom said "oh, I think in Aunt Pam's closet. So is grandma"