Sicko. That’s just morbid. Why do people wallow in this kinda crap?
And aliens from Mongo forced you to click on this article?
Our mother decided she wanted to leave her body to the University of Rochester (NY) after she died. She had no life insurance, and didn’t want to be a burden to the family. My father was already gone. We weren’t too crazy about the idea, but let it go because that was what she had wanted to do. She died at the age of 69 in 1990 of lung cancer. We never knew what they did to her during the time she was in their possession, but about a year after, my sister got a call from them saying they were finished with her, and she could come pick up her cremated remains. We didn’t even know that was part of the deal. Anyway, my sister picked her up, and we buried her next to our father as the plot was already there for her. My only brother who was cremated is buried in the same plot with her. There’s room for one more, and I’m the last one left in the family, but I don’t want to be put there. I told my kids to just take my ashes, and the ashes of my three dead cats, and strew them wherever they want.