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"
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.
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.
Oh, grandpa was in D's closet for years and years. We teased that meant that he still had to wear a coat and tie at Thanksgiving dinner because his dad insisted and dad was right there. In the closet.
Once grandma died, we scattered them both together.
Word of warning - ashes held in a humid environment for years? Turns into rock on its own.
really, kind of a waste of resources.
Uh huh. Plus air pollution via cremation. Oh sure, they've got filters. But do you want to be in their filters?
Paternal grandparents went to science, maternal to the dirt.
OK, so I think I'm at the point on one TINY section where all the more to do is a light stripper after sanding and picking at nooks with pointy things: [link] [link] May not look like progress, but it is: [link]
If only we'd had sensors on you.
Bruising seems to be Nature's Impact Sensor. Stoopid sensors.