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What are you reading Wednesday?
Jun. 23rd, 2021 10:33 amWhat have you finished reading?
Nothing
What are you currently reading?
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory by Caitlin Doughty - So, we get Caitlin's backstory- she worked in a crematory first. Then decided to go to mortician school to learn about what they're teaching people there. To her horror, they teach to always embalm, that a corpse existing for even a few hours is "unsanitary" (its not!) She vows her life goal is to teach and spread death awareness as well as alternative methods of body disposal.
This book has a lot of talk about bodies. so CW about death and corpses but this got me thinking. a lot.
Show my fucking body when I die. Don't embalm me, but keep me on ice and show my fucking body. The last *several* funerals, *ahem* celebrations of life, I've been to, (IF THERE IS ONE AT ALL!!!!) there isn't a body. and it keeps fucking me up y'all. Let me see that they're dead. Let me get that fucking closure.
Nicole died in a motorcycle accident. I... I'm not surprised I didn't see her body. It was probably not a body anyone would have wanted to see. But sometimes... I wonder she's still there. I never saw her body. Her "celebration of life" was at a fucking vape shop. There were vape tricks. It was so weird. I miss her still and wondered for almost a year if somehow someone had pulled the wool over our eyes and she's still out there. But I know she isn't.
Lara. Lara this one stings still. fucking lara. I know she's dead too. But not seeing the body.. don't you worry? aren't you curious??
Hodge. I still scour the internet for his story. You know, it still isn't there, right? How do you fall into the grand canyon and not even have something VAGUE about a 25-35 year old guy on the internet. cone on. So then you wonder and you wonder and you wonder.
show the fucking bodies y'all. caitlin was talking about how it really is messing up our relationship with our mortality and I'd say i agree. But I also think there are people like me. who just need to know.
You know, my dad... his body. It was there the whole time but I refused to look at it. I was 15. I don't blame myself then. I was in denial that anyone could really die. I still thought Jesus would pull a Lazarus and it would become a huge witness. Still, the body was there. I knew he was dead, especially after they put him in the crypt.
Skittles death still hurts, but having her corpse there for, what, 3 or 4 days, was an immense comfort for me. I still miss her and I miss petting her so much, but petting her cold body bought the truth but with comfort those several days. Caring for her. Fetching ice for her. Watching over her. It was really special and I wouldn't take that back. I'd want to do the same for my human loved ones too. We probably all aught to. Instead, we barely see a body. Just ship it out as quickly as possible to be ~ dealt ~ with.
I didn't leave the basement until dad's corpse was gone. I don't remember if my mom got it "taken care of" before she woke me up, or if I refused and stayed downstairs calling friends. I didn't know what to do. I was 15. Who the fuck knows what to do.
Idk death is weird. This book is good and I'm almost done. I'm just thinkin about corpses a lot
Nothing
What are you currently reading?
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory by Caitlin Doughty - So, we get Caitlin's backstory- she worked in a crematory first. Then decided to go to mortician school to learn about what they're teaching people there. To her horror, they teach to always embalm, that a corpse existing for even a few hours is "unsanitary" (its not!) She vows her life goal is to teach and spread death awareness as well as alternative methods of body disposal.
This book has a lot of talk about bodies. so CW about death and corpses but this got me thinking. a lot.
Show my fucking body when I die. Don't embalm me, but keep me on ice and show my fucking body. The last *several* funerals, *ahem* celebrations of life, I've been to, (IF THERE IS ONE AT ALL!!!!) there isn't a body. and it keeps fucking me up y'all. Let me see that they're dead. Let me get that fucking closure.
Nicole died in a motorcycle accident. I... I'm not surprised I didn't see her body. It was probably not a body anyone would have wanted to see. But sometimes... I wonder she's still there. I never saw her body. Her "celebration of life" was at a fucking vape shop. There were vape tricks. It was so weird. I miss her still and wondered for almost a year if somehow someone had pulled the wool over our eyes and she's still out there. But I know she isn't.
Lara. Lara this one stings still. fucking lara. I know she's dead too. But not seeing the body.. don't you worry? aren't you curious??
Hodge. I still scour the internet for his story. You know, it still isn't there, right? How do you fall into the grand canyon and not even have something VAGUE about a 25-35 year old guy on the internet. cone on. So then you wonder and you wonder and you wonder.
show the fucking bodies y'all. caitlin was talking about how it really is messing up our relationship with our mortality and I'd say i agree. But I also think there are people like me. who just need to know.
You know, my dad... his body. It was there the whole time but I refused to look at it. I was 15. I don't blame myself then. I was in denial that anyone could really die. I still thought Jesus would pull a Lazarus and it would become a huge witness. Still, the body was there. I knew he was dead, especially after they put him in the crypt.
Skittles death still hurts, but having her corpse there for, what, 3 or 4 days, was an immense comfort for me. I still miss her and I miss petting her so much, but petting her cold body bought the truth but with comfort those several days. Caring for her. Fetching ice for her. Watching over her. It was really special and I wouldn't take that back. I'd want to do the same for my human loved ones too. We probably all aught to. Instead, we barely see a body. Just ship it out as quickly as possible to be ~ dealt ~ with.
I didn't leave the basement until dad's corpse was gone. I don't remember if my mom got it "taken care of" before she woke me up, or if I refused and stayed downstairs calling friends. I didn't know what to do. I was 15. Who the fuck knows what to do.
Idk death is weird. This book is good and I'm almost done. I'm just thinkin about corpses a lot
