He liked to ride his bike on pleasant summer mornings looking for fresh roadkill. Animals were like roses to him--so beautiful. If only he could capture that moment, and keep it forever. A small moment of existence that would be forever trapped. Insect in amber. Mammoth in ice. Diamond of life. Joe was a taxidermist
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The others begs the questions: Are things deceased out of the realm of art and good taste? If it is for science, is it still in bad taste? Is it unethical to donate your body to art and science? Can it be both for art and science?
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That's a resonable conclusion, I suppose.
It's his body, he can do with it as he pleases. I mean, midgets had sex with the pope; no fault of mine....
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