lpnmajor wrote:
A long time ago, I had a job in a creamery, I mean crematory, where I raked out the people ashes and ground up the bone chips and teeth left after baking, to go into the urn. After that, pretty much nothing creeps me out.
I told my family to do wh**ever they wanted, roll me into a ditch, bury me in a vacant lot, wh**ever - because I'll be dead and above such insignificant mortal concerns.