Posted on 12/13/2018 7:17:58 PM PST by DUMBGRUNT
I bet she didn’t count on getting a new body - to live eternally in one of two states.
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In college, I took a physiological psychology class. The lab was the dissection of human brains. The lab assistant brought in a large plastic bag of brains. Each table of 2 or 3 students got one. As some of you know, the brain consists of ‘grey matter’ and ‘white matter’ which look remarkably like light and dark meat turkey.
At another table one student put a couple of slices of brain between two pieces of white bread to make what looked like a turkey sandwich to gross out her roommates. Although we laughed at the time, I remember thinking that someone willed his or her body to science only to have their brain, where they were on this earth made into a mock turkey sandwich.
Don’t forget about MORRIS DANCING!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
That was NOT what I expected!
Hannibal Lecter would have done it for her, and served her up with a fine Chianti.
She wanted classical music and roses but they couldn’t get roses so they painted pictures of roses on a door. What a bunch of liars.
Our mother decided she wanted to leave her body to the University of Rochester (NY) after she died. She had no life insurance, and didn’t want to be a burden to the family. My father was already gone. We weren’t too crazy about the idea, but let it go because that was what she had wanted to do. She died at the age of 69 in 1990 of lung cancer. We never knew what they did to her during the time she was in their possession, but about a year after, my sister got a call from them saying they were finished with her, and she could come pick up her cremated remains. We didn’t even know that was part of the deal. Anyway, my sister picked her up, and we buried her next to our father as the plot was already there for her. My only brother who was cremated is buried in the same plot with her. There’s room for one more, and I’m the last one left in the family, but I don’t want to be put there. I told my kids to just take my ashes, and the ashes of my three dead cats, and strew them wherever they want.
They should also have played Patsy Cline’s “I Go To Pieces” or Neil Sedaka’s “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do”.
...and girls are girls and boys are boys.
Dad bought me the kit when I was about 11 years old. I begged him to get me the Visible Woman so I could figure out how the parts went together, but mom nixed that request. I never did forgive her.
Are pranksters ever seriously considered for last wishes?
I can only imagine... Somebody wants to be thrown into the chicken dog vat, pulverized, and mixed together as the ultimate prank on people who love chicken dogs.
My sisters had the visible woman, I had the visible V8. I made out that Christmas! At 10 or 11 I could talk engines with the best of high school car crowd.
From what I hear, she was a real cutup.
LOL...
Mmmmm
thank you
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