I don't know. I think it is kind of comforting to think of the mystery being gone out of death, and our bones being reduced to something useful rather than superstitiously regarded as part of our being even after we've passed on.
I, apparently, can't progress past those bones being a person at one point, and now, just being thrown in a box in a lab at some school where idiot students make jokes about them.
It's not the study of them, it's the irreverence. Just tossed in a box. dumped out on a table, scooped back in the box. it bothers me.
it's precisely like your grandmother's ashes. How can some one be that disrespectful to some one's remains? If nothing else, it would make me feel guilty to treat the remains of some one I loved like that.
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It's not the study of them, it's the irreverence. Just tossed in a box. dumped out on a table, scooped back in the box. it bothers me.
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Blah. I want my ashes scattered.
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