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When I was little, I started playing this mental game with myself. I'd be in the car, slumped in the leather pilot seat behind heavily tinted glass and sandwiched between whichever parent was driving, barely tall enough to see over the muted thunk of the door lock mechanism. I'd be watching the white lines flit by and I'd pick a spot outside the ( Read more... )

• 04:25 wild mushroom and peas risotto, a book about the donner party, and forensic files. i want brownies. #

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This is the thing about going to mortuary school: your conversations never match up with anyone. I mean, really, there’s lots of things about going to mortuary school, but that’s one of the main ones. There’s something inherently unsettling to others about what comes up in regular conversation now. My husband walked through the front door the other ( Read more... )

In the moment of transition between life and death, only one thing changes: you lose the momentum of the biochemical cycles that keep the machinery running. In the moment before death, you are still composed of the same thousand trillion trillion atoms as in the moment after death - the only difference is that their neighborly network of social ( Read more... )

"and they lived happily ever after ( Read more... )