Who cares if they eat me? I’m dead and the horror show is over.
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I know somebody who ran with a kind of rough crowd. About a month after he was buried a few friends went to go pay respects to his grave. The place had all kinds of full liquor bottles left, and there were many empty beer cans nearby.
One person said, “Why all the alcohol, he wasn’t a big drinker.”
The other person said, “Yeah but his friends are.”
That stayed with me as a very no frills kind connection people had.
I’d actually be honoured of my meat (and there is some amount of it) doesn’t go to waste. Is live to have a sky burial,but I guess i can forget it with our laws. Then again, what do I care what happens with my ballast when I’m gone.