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Eeek! Like, shoving cremains up grandma's ass?!
I kid.
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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"
I feel like I've been enough of a crash test dummy in life.
If only we'd had sensors on you.
Ew, dude! (Hec, that is.) [ETA: for the cremains/repository comment, not Cass and sensors]
Yah - I am as one with JZ (organ donation), with a side of tommyrot (Remains in Spaaaaaaaace!!!!), including the thought of, really, kind of a waste of resources. Maybe if I save room in my carbon footprint now...
I remember his funeral, some 15 years ago, but...and mom said "oh, I think in Aunt Pam's closet. So is grandma"
Yeah, see! This is why I'm not keen on cremation. My Dad's in a jar in a box somewhere. Sheesh.
atypical, "normal" shot of me in high school.
This was after my hair grew back after shaving half of it off. I didn't have an aesthetic, per se, but I was dark. Dark humor, dark art, snarky and obsessed with death.