If there's anything left of me that's usable when I drop off my perch I will have failed to get the most of it and miscalculated. So far I seem to be a little ahead of scheduleI mean we all talk here about how criminal it is when machines are scrapped. Even if you do believe that the consciousness goes off somewhere else, what's left is a bag of parts. Why specify that your machine should be scrapped when it's parts could repair someone else's? If we were talking cast iron and steel evreyone would agree that's crazy talk, but the moment it's kidneys or lungs people get all possessive and would rather they go on the fire.
I was in a jump plane once over Bridlington, for a scattering…..though emotional it wasnt the best idea as you can imagine!When a gliding club member died and his family wanted nothing to do with the " disposal" we decided to scatter his ashes from the tug plane over the airfield. We didn't recon with the slipstream blowing the ashes back into the plane . The two doing the disposal were chewing bits for days and we never got it all out of the plane.
My father a keen sailor wanted to be scattered in Coquet Roads the narrow strip of water between Coquet Island and the beach off Northumberland. My brother with his warped sense of humour said but thats fly tipping. The merry widow didnt get it, spat her dummy out wanting him scattered locally. So a trip out was arranged with one of his old cronies at the yacht club, and off we went fly tipping. Think the merry widow was huffed mainly as thats where my mother is scattered too. There was no windy blow back as we sat head to wind for a few minutes.Mum & Dad expressed a wish to be scattered off the boat sailing out into the estuary. In due course we obliged, Nice sunny day boat going to windward like a train, all powered up. Dad loved sailing like this so i got the two bags of ashes out snipped the tops off & shot them over the lowest point into the stern wave.
Bad idea.
As they exited the bag they got caught in the vortex of wind coming between the two sails & shot upwards in a veritable twisting tornado of glittering dust & ashes.
It was everywhere, up my nose & ears, the cockpit was full of it. I swore mightily, Myother half had sense of humour bypass then we both started to laugh.
As the spray came aboard it turned into volcanic mud. Im sure Mum & Dad would have appreciated their final send off.
It took a year to finally wash the last of it away.
We have a pet cemetery down the side of our small field, but there is only space for one more, before I need a new spot. So the plan is in future to do them down the front field and add a tree each time.Non-dog people just don't get it, I feel sorry for them. Teddy just liked the whole concept of being free to make his own choice and would run for miles, but never more than twenty feet from me.
We have a pet cemetery down the side of our small field, but there is only space for one more, before I need a new spot. So the plan is in future to do them down the front field and add a tree each time.
The internet is the greatest repository of knowledge and information in history.
So it's quite sad that the most popular things viewed on it are funny cat videos/pictures and pornography, and the most popular things to upload to it are photos and information on the most dull drivel in people's dull lives that no one would want to see in real life, holiday photo's, what people eat/wear etc etc.![]()
The internet is great because there's very little oversight and moderation. The internet is useless because there's very little oversight and moderation. As usual the truth is somewhere in the middle.To be fair I am finding it harder and harder to find any info that I need, for example what is the temperature at the north pole? many results later all about the south pole and other unrelated carp so gave up, scania fault code 8993 many results on buying a used scania!
Facebook: upholding moral standards since forever.The internet is great because there's very little oversight and moderation. The internet is useless because there's very little oversight and moderation. As usual the truth is somewhere in the middle.
The internet and its content is accessible to anyone, and given that average human IQ overlaps with a high IQ ape you can see just how much of the internet content is the data equivalent of swinging on a tyre throwing poo at the keeper. I'm not sure if that makes FaceBook the tyre or the poo, but either way it's not a good thing.
Try different search engines and try private browsing to change your resultsTo be fair I am finding it harder and harder to find any info that I need, for example what is the temperature at the north pole? many results later all about the south pole and other unrelated carp so gave up, scania fault code 8993 many results on buying a used scania!
Why tattoo a cat on her leg when there is already one between them. Nowt so strange as folk as they say!My wife’s step sister had some of her stepmothers, my wife’s mother‘s ashes made into tattoo ink & had a huge tattoo of a cat on her leg. Some more was made into glass paperweights, this was done without asking, my wife was mortified, her mother would have been as well if she had known. There was a rather large area to tattoo on though! It took 2 years for my wife to get the rest of her mothers ashes back & they were disposed of quietly on the hillsides. My very irreverent daughter in law said about the paperweight, “ I’d always be looking & wondering what part is that”
I have left instructions, take any usable spare parts and chuck whats left in a skip, I wont care.If a part of me can go towards keeping someone else alive once I've managed to die in some sort of industrial accident, why on earth would I not want that to happen?
The unique arrangement of matter and charge that gives me the illusion of a "soul" will have ceased. Why would I give a stuff beyond that? Better to gain comfort in this life that you may save a child or someone else's loved one on your own demise than accept torching all those useful parts and then what should happen to the ashes.
I mean we all talk here about how criminal it is when machines are scrapped. Even if you do believe that the consciousness goes off somewhere else, what's left is a bag of parts. Why specify that your machine should be scrapped when it's parts could repair someone else's? If we were talking cast iron and steel evreyone would agree that's crazy talk, but the moment it's kidneys or lungs people get all possessive and would rather they go on the fire.
Seems like insanity to me.
I was working in an electrical switch room at a well known local football club and noticed lots of urns on the shelves in there, I asked one of the maintenance guys what was going on and he told that they were from people that wanted to be scattered on the pitch. They were left in the switch room because they weren't allowed to scatter them due to possible risk from radiation from cancer treatments!
I didn't think that was a very nice thing to do!
Very, very few football clubs allow the scattering of ashes, most have a garden or a book of remembrance.There is a patch of turf on Manu's gound at Old Trafford that is never relaid as that is where they scatter the ashes of the deceased fans.
Must look like a spoil tip at a colliery by now?There is a patch of turf on Manu's gound at Old Trafford that is never relaid as that is where they scatter the ashes of the deceased fans.
My mother used to carry a camera pot of ashes to scatter about.When I went to St Andrews there was a fairly constant stream of people surreptitiously scattering ashes about the place.
I think you’ll find that’s illegal. Not only that, the ovens are only big enough for one adult sized coffin.