Posted on 05/08/2015 2:27:31 PM PDT by Rebelbase
I'll do it for you for $2000. I already compost everything else, why not you? My roses will enjoy the extra food.
Imagine decaying vegetation mixed with putrefying animal, it`s a wholly indescribable smell!
So the family will carry the corpse into the composting building, once, and they`ll NEVER do this process to another person again! At least not placing the body.
Soil-ent Green.
That’s gonna stink.
My very extended family does Decoration Day about three weeks before the family reunion for the closer relatives I go to. And as I am 700 miles away from North Carolina I always miss it. But some day I want to go.
The modern practice of embalming began IIRC during the Civil War when railroads made it possible to transport bodies of the fallen brave back to their families & hometowns for local burial. Graves registration in the midst of any war is problematic.
On the Day of Resurrection the Earth and the sea shall yield up their dead and the resurrected ones shall be gifted with glorified bodies impervious to disease or corruption.
As for me, when I die I want my remains cremated and the ashes flung into Bill Clinton’s face since Ted Kennedy is already dead.
;^)
To #8. THe picture looks like the GOP in Congress. DOA!
That’s the general idea, thank you.
I live in a pine forest now and it’s so peaceful here I decided I’d like to stay here forever.
Egads... Blech.
I once had the perhaps romantic thought that someday I’d be cremated and then scattered off the dock (of our long time family beach place) onto the sandy bottom, which since it goes dry at low tide means that I’d just become part of the sand and maybe years from now kids will be making little sand castles out of me.
It sounded cute until my dear uncle died, and he requested that same basic thing...and his kids dutifully complied and dumped his ashes off the dock one day.
As it turns out, human ashes are far denser and heavier than I’d ever thought. There, a foot or so away from the dock on the beach at low tide, was a little grey mound of Dear Uncle... For MONTHS. Nobody had the heart to do anything with it or about it, so there it sat. For a long time. It was... weird. Kinda spoiled the idea for me.
Uh, Isn't that exactly what happens naturally?
—and we have plenty of turkey buzzards left , to—
I told my kids to cremate me and toss my ashes in the river. That way everyone in the town downstream will get molecules of me here and there via the water intake.
They’re going to look like s-— on Judgment Day...
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