I am trying really hard to clear out all the “digital clutter”. Which means, just because I can save everything doesn’t mean I should save everything.
And what is this new plan? Yesterday evening I sort of rediscovered “anatomical donations”. Which in real-speak means donate your dead body to science. It appeals to Mr C because it is cheap and to me because it is the ultimate recycling. In our area at least four medical schools will collect our dead selves and a couple of years later return a coffee can of remains.
We both like Howard University. Just because it is a “historically black college”. I sort of like Georgetown. But, they are the “fussiest” about the condition of your dead ass. After Georgetown is done with your dead body, they have a funeral mass for it and a have a Rabbi and Imam say some kind words as well. What I like about that is – what if I am backing the wrong side religion-wise. What if there really is a god? A god who cares about funeral masses or the kaddish? Sort of an insurance policy – don’t you think? Besides – that is the only way I’d ever get into Georgetown.
There also seem to be corpse chop shops. That is rather crude. But, you get the picture. Your knees might go to some one researching knees while your pinkie toes would go on to someone researching toes. In a couple of months – whatever is left of you after the useful parts are dispatched comes back in a coffee can. These folks don’t much care what you died of as long as it wasn’t contagious. I like travel. I like the idea of my bod going off on various trips without “me”.