If no offers, park me out back for the coyotes to clean up.
The coyotes took out a deer in a neighbors yard, after three nights most of the bones were gone.
When I’m gone I want to be all burned up.
I want my carbons Free! to wander the earth.
I guess this is a forest / mountain area?
In NYC late 1800’s when horses died , carcass was .left in the street until “picked up”
Of you’re an organ donor over the age of 25 then this is what happens to you.
A lot of times they use your body to train dogs.
Maybe he should have coughed up the money for a cremation.
Better than what happened to my great grandparents.
Whenever anyone asks me what I want to have happen with my corpse, my standard response is, “Surprise me.”
gruesome ping
George Carlin had a great skit on death.
“When I die, I want to be blown up. There he goes, God love him!”
While at the wake. “The people don’t know you are lying there with no back in your jacket and short pants on”.
I believe I actually participated in this test; I discussed (in some detail) why using elderly cadavers with extensive co-morbidity is problematic because of the difficulty of extrapolating results to live, healthy, young soldiers. I would personally have preferred to use live terrorists, but that sort of thing was frowned upon by the brass.
My children are instructed to throw my used body on a stack of pallets and light it up. Bring marshmallows.
My Dad has made arrangements to donate his body as a cadaver to the local University Teaching Hospital.
What they’ll learn from a man who has outlived his liver has kidney stones and dementia is beyond me, but have at it, Dad!
P.S. And these are the same people that OBJECT to a fully GROWN Human Being, being experimented upon, but killing a BABY in the womb is A-OK?
Whatever.
Now I find out I can be blown up real good instead! That's awesome!
sounds like his mom, even after her death, may have helped to save other people’s lives :)
If he was disappointed by her body not being disected and used in a lab then my guess he was not really donating to science or scientific purposes to rather donating to a dream idea he had in his head.
Ship my body back to Texas
If I die out on the trail
I’m not picky where you bury me
Just put me in the mail
Lay me down in Cowtown
Where I’ll never be alone
Or pushin’ up the rose of San Antone
She wasn’t a Hollow Woman and went out with a bang not a whimper.
She made an impression.
In the crater.
I’m a conservative. I want to be buried like my parents, and their parents, and theirs, and theirs.... probably back 30 generations.