Posted on 04/16/2024 6:54:43 PM PDT by Roman_War_Criminal
"There is something in us that wants to return to the Earth," terramation provider Return Home CEO Micah Truman said.
Arizona has become the latest state in the nation to allow terramation, also known as human composting, as an alternative to traditional burial methods and cremation.
House Bill 2081 and Senate Bill 1042, also referred to as the "Grandpa in the Garden Bill," was signed into law by Governor Katie Hobbs on March 29 and gives accredited funeral providers the ability to offer the service. While terramation has grown in popularity over the years, it has faced backlash from many, including religious groups.
The bill, sponsored by Republican Rep. Laurin Hendrix and Sen. TJ Shope, was passed in both chambers with little opposition after being introduced in December of last year.
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Giving new meaning to “Look what the cat dragged in”
Prefab compost.
You first, Katie.
Why not just make Gramps into Soylent Green?
Probably better than pumping your body full of chemicals putting your casket in a sealed concrete burial vault.
Nnot sure about the garden thing, but I will hoefully be buried naked in a forest so
I can be part of treenet after I die
Might they name it ... Corleone’s law?
“that’s not a carrot”
Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.
Oh man, I’m dying laughing here (but don’t compost me).
Well said.
Amen 🙏🏻.
Fine by me. We have been burying our dead for millennia. Plant a lemon tree over my corpse and make lemonade with the bitter fruit.
Reincarnation, by Wallace McRae
What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend.
It starts, his old pal told him, when your life comes to an end.
They wash your neck and comb your hair and clean your fingernails,
And put you in a padded box away from life’s travails.
The box and you goes in a hole that’s been dug in the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when you’re planted ‘neath that mound.
Them clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside.
And that’s when you begin your transformation ride.
And in a while the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
Until some day, upon that spot, a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
That once was you, and now has become your vegetative bower.
Now, the flower that the horse done eat, along with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed.
But there’s a part that he can’t use and so it passes through.
And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if perchance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I’ll stop awhile and ponder at this object that I’ve found.
I’ll think about reincarnation, and life and death and such,
And come away concluding, why, you ain’t changed all that much.
I knew this was going to happen in my former home state once the SOBs turned the state a sheddy brown with blue highlights.
That isn’t composting. Anyone who has done composting knows that.
This sounds pretty bad at first listen, but as long as this is a voluntary choice, I don’t have a problem with it.
Eventually, most countries will run out of land for cemeteries. No one wants to think of that predicament as ever being possible. No resource is infinite.
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