We are full of hot air
My second wife had the brilliant idea of turning corpses into ashes then incorporating the ashes into bricks to build a memorial to the deceased, or into clay to fashion a bust of the deceased. I thought it was brilliant, anyway..
My first business was a jewelry shop. A woman brought in a really nice wedding set. She wanted it made into a nugget with the diamond set in it. She said she was divorced and she wanted it so she could spit on it anytime she wanted. There wasn’t even a shade of humor about her.
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This brings up a question of etiquette, is it appropriate to present your second wife with an engagement diamond made of the first witch’s ashes?
For later
I’ve told my Son that when I die, I went to be made into a bunch of small, headless nails. He is then to go around and tap these into benches in public places. That way, I can still be a pain in the ass to people even after I’m dead.
Proof that I am right! I am really worth more dead than I am alive.
I read about this a few years ago. Since then, I have been telling everyone that I want to be a diamond when the time comes.
I can see a “made for TV” movie in here, somewhere.
Flashy bimbo “gold-digger” marries rich old sugar-daddy, poisons him and has the body cremated. Ashes to Diamond....several times.
Bimbo now trolling Vegas, Plam Springs and the Rivera in low cut evening dress, wearing her (in)famous “multi-hued blue diamond” necklace.
She is finally caught by an especially talented team: Columbo’s son, Poirot’s granddaughter and Miss Marple (she never gets any older).
Always thought my spouse is a “diamond in the rough”.
Wonder when the celebrities will make this into something “it’s all about me”?
Wonder if the fed are going into the diamond business soon?.
Old C&W song:
“Old Chunk of Coal” was written by Shaver, Billy.
I’m just an old chunk of coal
But I’m gonna be a diamond some day
I’m gonna grow and glow ‘til I’m so blue, pure perfect
I’m gonna put a smile on everybody’s face
But I’m gonna kneel and pray everyday
Lest I should become vain along the way
I’m just an old chunk of coal, now Lord
But I’m gonna be a diamond some day
I’m gonna learn the right way to talk
I’m gonna search and find a better way to walk
I’m gonna spit and polish my old rough-edged self
Until I get rid of every single flaw
I’m gonna be the world’s best friend
I’m gonna go around shakin’ everybody’s hand
I’m gonna be the cotton-pickin’ rage of the age
Yes, I’m gonna be a diamond some day
I said, “I’m just an old chunk of coal, my Lord
But I’m gonna be a diamond some day”
There’s maybe 10-15 kilos of carbon in a body. I’m not sure how much of that ends up in the ashes.
A BIG 5-carat diamond weighs a gram.
Its ridiculous to send all the remains for this process. I’m not sure I trust it any most than paying to “name a star”.
did you pawn mama??!!
Sorry, but this just creeps me out on so many levels.
And it doesn’t surprise me that this is happening in Switzerland, the land of euthanasia clinics.