What Not To Do With My Remains

[dr_pretentious]

Until I started writing fiction, I didn't know I had an obsession with bizarre funerary customs. Grave goods, mummification, ritual grave robbing, cremation, burning boats, decorative ossuaries--bring it on, there's a place in the Big Book for all of it.

All of it except this.

It's not gross. It's perfectly worksafe. It won't give you nightmares. It might give you a good laugh. The basic premise isn't any weirder than mummification, really. Nonetheless...

I'm with seedmoon on this one. Whatever you do with me, don't do that.

Comments

[harlequinaide.livejournal.com]

That's awesome! Think of the possibilities...

"Sorry hon, I accidentally washed your mother."
"Are you kids, having a pillow-fight? Here, borrow your grandmother. I always wanted to hit her."

Imagine the dreams you'd have. Actually, this concept would be a really interesting spin on ancestor worshiping societies. Sleeping on the remains of your ancestors brings you their wisdom in your dreams.

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

"Sorry hon, I accidentally washed your mother."

This is totally what would happen in our house.

Oh, I am all about the ancestor worshipping societies. Trouble is, the pesky dead aren't any wiser than they were in life. Hijinks ensue.