pedrobedro
Man at Matalan
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Told the wife I want to be mixed with grit salt and scattered on the paths outside so I can do something useful once I'm gone.
Don't count on it 100%. My former neighbour and his missus didn't have kids, just a neice. They left their bodies to science and when his wife shuffled off they took her no problem. Many years later when he died aged 97 they said they didn't want him. The neice was then left hastily arranging a funeral.I've signed my body away for medical research*. I understand the need for dignity etc but I'd cheerfully sign sign an exemption clause so my body parts could be used in any way at all. Want to make a drinking cup from my skull or a voodoo necklace from my finger and toe bones then crack on.
*My estate is liable for the ferry fare. The University will pay for all the other transport costs but not the ferry.
Has been my bugbear for years.I think the worst thing about faceache is that so many of the online forums have moved there. I really used to enjoy photography on the net and the Nikon forums but they are as good as dead now.
I guess free hosting is attractive to those who run and moderate the place. Very sad.
The internet is the greatest repository of knowledge and information in history.Has been my bugbear for years.
I tolerate Facebook for the groups I'm part of. I dont use it to communicate with family and friends. (I actively avoid conversing with them tbh)
My big old boy Blue is sat on the shelf watching over me. It cost a small fortune to have him cremated separately and put in a nice decorative box, but my daughter wanted it done, so t'was done.The ashes of Teddy my Irish Water Spaniel are on the bookcase downstairs, I can't bring myself to do anything with them as I cannot bear the thought of not being able to visit him in the future. It has been six years now and I still choke up when I think of him.
We still have the ashes from all of our previous dogs, my wife can't bear the thought of doing anything with them.The ashes of Teddy my Irish Water Spaniel are on the bookcase downstairs, I can't bring myself to do anything with them as I cannot bear the thought of not being able to visit him in the future. It has been six years now and I still choke up when I think of him.
Our old greyhound was bonkers for prawn crackers, soon after we lost him I came home from an evening out to find his ashes sat next to my wife's chair with a single prawn cracker sat on top, as my wife had had a takeaway that evening.
That little (meaningless to most) gesture instantly reduced me to a blubbing wreck.
Both my parents bodies went to for medical research & doctor training. Without bodies to dissect there can be no doctors, dissection is an essential part of the training apparently. It was funny really, we went with my mother to the registrar to register the death of my father & the registrar asked in a somber way “ now my dear is it to be a cremation or burial” my mother replied “ err neither actually” you should have seen the look on the registrar‘s face, it was a picture, sort of ”are you going to have him stuffed or what”. When we explained, she said in all the years she had been doing the job, it was only the second case she had had. When Mother died, we had already explained her wishes to the nursing staff in the hospital & the doctors sorted it all out for usI've signed my body away for medical research*. I understand the need for dignity etc but I'd cheerfully sign sign an exemption clause so my body parts could be used in any way at all. Want to make a drinking cup from my skull or a voodoo necklace from my finger and toe bones then crack on.
*My estate is liable for the ferry fare. The University will pay for all the other transport costs but not the ferry.