We need a two state solution. California gets to become its own country. So they get to be as crazy as they want to be.
Human humus
I’m not sure how you get from composting to cannibalism.
There was a very conservative, Christian couple a few years ago who used to post on YouTube - I believe they were in North Carolina. They decided to be composted. In the very old days, it’s basically what happened to most of us in the Western world.
With all the drugs, preservatives, etc, that we’re putting into ourselves, is that necessarily a good idea?
I’d rather be squeezed into a diamond, but that’s just me.
We’re not the first society to have grappled with the problem of laying the dead to rest in dignity and the finite nature of real estate. See Japan and Germany. A few blankets, personal trinkets, and some bird feathers in a hole covered with dirt was a serviceable solution for a very long time.
Like hell that’s Soylent Green, that’s Hamlet.
Hamlet Act 4 Scene 3
KING CLAUDIUS
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
HAMLET
At supper.
KING CLAUDIUS
At supper! where?
HAMLET
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
Convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your
Worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
Creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
Maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
Variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
That’s the end.
KING CLAUDIUS
Alas, alas!
HAMLET
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
King, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
KING CLAUDIUS
What dost thou mean by this?
HAMLET
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
Progress through the guts of a beggar.
MAN: (entering a shop) Um, excuse me, is this the undertaker’s?
UNDERTAKER: Yup, that’s right, what can I do for you, squire?
M: Um, well, I wonder if you can help me. My mother has just died and I’m not quite sure what I should do.
U: Ah, well, we can ‘elp you. We deal with stiffs.
M: (aghast) Stiffs?
U: Yea. Now there’s three things we can do with your mum. We can bury her, burn her, or dump her.
M: Dump her?
U: Dump her in the Thames.
M: (still aghast) What?
U: Oh, did you like her?
M: Yes!
U: Oh well, we won’t dump her, then. Well, what do you think: burn her, or bury her?
M: Um, well, um, which would you recommend?
U: Well they’re both nasty. If we burn her, she gets stuffed in the flames, crackle, crackle, crackle, which is a bit of a shock if she’s not quite dead. But quick. And then you get a box of ashes, which you can pretend are hers.
M: (timidly) Oh.
U: Or, if you don’t wanna fry her, you can bury her. And then she’ll get eaten up by maggots and weevils, nibble, nibble, nibble, which isn’t so hot if, as I said, she’s not quite dead.
M: I see. Um. Well, I.. I.. I.. I’m not very sure. She’s definitely dead.
U: Where is she?
M: In the sack.
U: Let’s ‘ave a look.
(FX: rustle of bag opening)
U: Umm, she looks quite young.
M: Yes, she was.
U: (over his shoulder) FRED!
F: (offstage) Yea!
U: I THINK WE’VE GOT AN EATER!
F: (offstage) I’ll get the oven on!
M: Um, er…excuse me, um, are you… are you suggesting we should eat my mother?
(pause)
U: Yeah. Not raw, not raw. We cook her. She’d be delicious with a few french fries, a bit of stuffing. Delicious! (smacks his lips)
M: What! (he stammers)
(pause)
M: Actually, I do feel a bit peckish - No! NO, I can’t!
U: Look, we’ll eat your mum. Then, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up into it.
M: All right.
It’s a very western notion that your atoms somehow follow you around. It’s actually rather perverse and sullies the idea of being and spirit which transcends matter and four macroscopic dimensions.
I didn’t know or remember Soylent Green was set in 2022. One of the movies I watched as a kid that scared the boogers out of me. Heston made some pretty powerful movies. The Ten Commandments, Soylent Green, The Omega Man. All affected me greatly as a kid. I still watch The Ten Commandments every Easter.
Except for the manufacture of the reusable container and the wood chips.
the wife will probably murder me and bury me in the garden
is that what they are talking about?
They don’t call the boy Gruesome Newsom for nothing.
Governor Hair Gel 🤣
Enabling them to destroy the evidence of human trafficking...?
Oh FFS
This is exactly how I want to go.
Anybody with a problem with it can go straight to hell as far as I am concerned.
Bury me in the forest somewhere, not in a casket or a church graveyard.