Posted on 05/08/2008 4:52:20 PM PDT by Westlander
Since they first walked the planet, humans have either buried or burned their dead. Now a new option is generating interest — dissolving bodies in lye and flushing the brownish, syrupy residue down the drain.
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Soylent syrup is people!!!!
Ewwwwwwwww.
Brings a literal meaning to “Life gone down the drain.”
“dissolving bodies in lye and flushing the brownish, syrupy residue down the drain.”
Sometimes you gotta go with the flow.
I'm sure she's a drain person.
This is sick. There is no shortage of space to bury people in the US of A.
“You could be drinking Grandma in the future.”
Suddenly, my Old Grand Dad doesn’t taste so grand any more.
Okay, now that is just wrong.
No, never.
Two years ago my mother passed away. She wanted to be cremated and in that form go one last time to her favorite restaurant. We did that and the waitress who regularly served us came over, asked about mom, and was shocked when we indicated the cube-like container sitting in a chair in front of her!
Can’t do that with grace if you’re a gooey mess. Probably smell, too.
I would prefer to be left for the birds in a forest like a Parsee
Be sure you’re on City sewer. Or otherwise all of those fivers Grandma fed you on your birthday will go the septic guy.
I just love the pictures we can paint with words. ;-)
Dang, dude!!! :-o
Beverage alert next time!!!
[furiously wipes drink off monitor]
*That* was funny. Funniest thing I’ve read in a loooooong time, LOL!!!! :-)
A disrespectful disposal of the creation of God in His image.
Stew?
Ewwwwwww.
One of the best poems ever written, IMHO:
POST HUMUS
By Patti Tana
Scatter my ashes in my garden
so I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a cirle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you laugh. I love to make you laugh.
When I’ve had time to settle, and green
gathers into buds, remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring. As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin and the seeds
stick to your cheek. When I’m dead
I want folks to smile and say...”That Patti,
she sure is some tomato!”
I dunno, somehow I think if we just returned our bodies to the earth (with the minimum of processing), things would all work out.
I like the idea of these natural cemetaries. Bodies are not embalmed and are buried directly in the ground, as I understand it, whenever one wants to dig. The place is marked for a time so that it is not disturbed while the body is decomposing. The grounds are tended as a natural park/garden with paths, flowering plants and trees. No headstones. There is unlimited room so long as there are no huge crowds at once. Sounds nice to me and sounds like it might be the way things were intended.
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