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Because I'm morbid...
Patrick:
You know that link I posted? The one with the badass cheese-wire suicide? Yeah, the Pinata method is on that same page.
Just sayin'.
KITTENS!!!:
I didn't look. My face is a sad one.
Elizzybeth:
--- Quote from: BobJoeJim on 26 Feb 2008, 12:26 ---Those of you who want to be turned into diamonds may or may not already know about the company that will do this for you. Personally, I think their website is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen, mostly because of how they keep referring to "your loved one's carbon".
--- End quote ---
I looked at the website, completely prepared to be creeped out (I can never imagine wanting to wear a loved one's ashes...). But after reading the testimonials, my mind has been changed. For some people, it's really important to remain physically close to their loved ones. And at least this way, your preservative-filled body isn't taking up much-needed space in some graveyard, nor is it burnt into ashes that sit in an ugly urn on the mantle.
A friend of mine was telling me about a freezing process where your body is shattered and turned into fertilizer, but I can't seem to find any more information about it on the internet. That really sounds the best to me--environmentally beneficial rather than detrimental, like most forms of death care. Does anyone know anything about this?
vaguely:
I'd fuck my boyfriend nonstop for three days. No joke. No clothes. Showering often, but having sex in shower. I'd whip out all the crazy kinks that I keep in my head for fear of scaring him because hey, what is it gonna matter?
I'd make sure my friends knew how much I loved and appreciated them.
I'd gather all the money to my name (all $5 or something) and buy everyone a nice dinner where we could all sit, smoke and laugh.
I'd plan my funeral. It would be the coolest funeral ever.
And then, two days before The Moment of Doomage, no matter how petty this sounds, I'd hunt down the two fat bitches who ruined my life last year and beat the shit out of them with a twinkie and a bat. The twinkie for distraction. The bat for carnage. Then I'd set their trailers on fire. It'd be so awesome. I'd die right before the cops found me.
And I'd die like Virginia Wolfe. Pocket full of stones and a freakin' river. No head in the oven for me, Sylvia, I've got this covered.
calenlass:
Gracious me, someone's got a grudge.
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