Harvest what you can. http://videosift.com/video/Organ-Donor-PSA-rips-your-heart-out

Green burial the rest -- wrap in a shroud and throw me in the ground. Cardboard box optional. Let what is left of me feed some plants. Circle of life. (The mushroom burial suit would be cool. http://videosift.com/video/TED-Jae-Rhim-Lee-My-mushroom-burial-suit)

A lot of my family is buried in the same cemetery in Frederick OK. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, great aunts and uncles, cousins. A whole slew of relatives, all together. My parents have a double headstone with my brother's and my name already cut into the back, along with the grandkids' names. I figure that is my headstone, no matter where my bits and pieces are buried.

I always thought headstones were gross. But now I do take comfort from going to visit my mom. I never bring flowers. I bring a mini-Snickers bar and a quarter. She didn't care for flowers. She loved Snickers and playing the slot machines in Vegas, back when you actually used coins. So I take great delight in burying a candy bar and a quarter whenever I visit her.

Death is about life. Someone's life. You find ways to celebrate their life.

>> ^luxury_pie:

>> ^deathcow:
I get a sense of futility with personal sized attempts to rescue our environment. One person could work their whole life to save the pollution that a large corp might eject in an hour.

Screw the environment! I want to dance on the mushrooms of my enemys!!


??? dude, I'm making enemy soup

>> ^deathcow:

I get a sense of futility with personal sized attempts to rescue our environment. One person could work their whole life to save the pollution that a large corp might eject in an hour.


Screw the environment! I want to dance on the mushrooms of my enemys!!