I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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I can honestly say I don't feel the emotion of guilt. I'm not a psychopath. I have a conscience and have a very strong moral compass.
But I don't feel guilty. Just fear of getting caught... In fact what I feel most is fear. The only person who I feel happy with is my girlfriend and if she ever breaks up with me it'll probably break me as a man.
But I don't feel guilty. Just fear of getting caught...
That sounds an awful lot like you're cheating on her.
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I once walked around for two days with a piece of someone else's bone stuck in my thumb.
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I promise you he fucked her one more time.
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He was a very occasional funeral director when he was sober enough to run one on behalf of his friend who owned the home. He wasn't even professionally trained at any of it, but yeah for some reason they let him embalm her and so her hair and makeup and all. I guess in small towns it's not that uncommon for the undertaker to make up their relatives, but my guess would be that it's a big no no to embalm them even when you are the undertaker, which my neighbour definitely wasn't. It's amazing what an old boys club small town boomer friendship can result in.
As odd as he was and usually full of a barrel of terrible whiskey, I still miss him. We generally agree that he committed suicide.
In funeral director circles, the topic of embalming your loved ones comes up a lot. Some people want to, so they know they get the best care. Some people, like me, would rather ask an embalmer they trust to do it.
As far as embalming certification, it varies by state. Colorado is notorious for embalming not requiring licensure. Minnesota requires a 4 year degree. So it's hard to say if he was official or not.
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I realized I was trans in middle school, i said something suicidal to my friend and he told on me. I never really talked to the therapists because my mom was very homophobic. I got put on antidepressants and suppressed my feelings so hard I can hardly remember my childhood.
5 years later my depression went into "full remission" couple of months before I came out. I then 180°d and got sent to the psych ward for suicide ideation this February.The only thing that stopped me from killing myself is the realization that my cat would be rubbing against my body for pets in the ~10 hours it would take for my family to find me. I was planning to buy a knife after work but broke down in the bathroom.
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The town's undertaker embalms everyone who does not embalm themselves. Who embalms the undertaker?
As an embalmer, I will be cremated. If people knew what we do to them when we embalm, fewer people would choose it.
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Every undertaker is morally oblieged to cary instructions for his job and when death knocks the person who finds the undertaker has to be the next one.
THE Undertaker is morally obliged to throw Mankind off of Hell in a Cell should they ever cross paths there again.
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Why the pandemic?
I don't know. It's more like a time reference than a consequence of.
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Ah, I see. I was finding Canadian results but we have medical assistance in dying (MAID) now.
At least Canada is more honest, in that the government wants their citizens to fucking kill themselves rather than pay to help them first.
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I'm 99% sure I know my killer is me... eventually as my spine falls apart and suffering massively increases with time. And I'm okay with that so long as it is my choice. When people talk about suicide, I strongly believe in the saying, "no permanent solutions for temporary problems." But I strongly believe in this saying from both perspectives, aka "permanent solutions are your personal choice that I fully respect as an unalienable human right, if you choose, due to permanent problems." Anyone trying to steal such an unalienable human right from another is exceptionally ignorant of the magnitude of potential suffering and is criminally sadistic as far as I'm concerned.
I think AI will just cure that...if you have the money.
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Upvoted for being genuinely the scariest. It's not scary that you're really good. It's scary that you actually believe yourself.
Zero car accidents, flawless driving record. There are lots of things you can't do, doesn't mean they can't be done.
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I'm really good at operating vehicles and other heavy machinery while on LSD, it doesn't significantly impair my coordination or reflexes. Delivered pizzas, drove a forklift once, and left more than a handful of underwhelming/unpleasant trip parties without having to wait til I came down. I suspect it's a combination of my particular neurodivergence plus a lot of practice gaming while tripping, hard to prove though.
I droped LSD while working at a fuel station and it was the only time that people came back in to see my boss to tell them how great of a server I was. I even had a cool conversation with two cops who came in, which was terrifying because I also had my bong and weed in the toilet room behind them.
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I realized I was trans in middle school, i said something suicidal to my friend and he told on me. I never really talked to the therapists because my mom was very homophobic. I got put on antidepressants and suppressed my feelings so hard I can hardly remember my childhood.
5 years later my depression went into "full remission" couple of months before I came out. I then 180°d and got sent to the psych ward for suicide ideation this February.The only thing that stopped me from killing myself is the realization that my cat would be rubbing against my body for pets in the ~10 hours it would take for my family to find me. I was planning to buy a knife after work but broke down in the bathroom.
I'm glad you stayed.
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I once walked around for two days with a piece of someone else's bone stuck in my thumb.
You can't just drop that with no details!
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Technical term is a loppitoffamy
"Gotcha fam!" Chops off your dick
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When I was younger, I believed that if a woman was raped, it was her fault for what she was wearing. My highschool friends called me the most unempathetic person they'd ever met and I was proud of that.
Thankfully I've turned right around on all that and learned empathy. I'm ashamed for my younger self, but I know they were just doing the best they could with the very few tools they were given.
I am in the same situation. "When I was a child I was the most unhinged asshole I know" is extremly common in this community and I have no clue why.
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I have a sub aracnoid cyst, It started growing and shoving my brain into my spine, I had brain surgery, and I'm on a combo of meds that would kill a normal person. I experience hallucinations that I can never turn off all the time. Sparks, trailers, things that aren't melting melting, usually numbers and letters, sometimes everything is technocolor, sometimes double vision, tunnel vision, White noise often sounds like angelic singing, I hear my name a lot when there's no sounds, anyways. I live a mostly, kind of sort of, normal life. Driving isn't really a problem, it's not my reaction times or decision making that's the issue, and the reality I see is doing weird shit, but I don't see things in the wrong place. But also, these aren't all happening all the time, abs if I get a few happening at once, I'll try and take it easy. Things have gotten better with the dissolution of my former relationship. A lot less random dramatic stress.
That sounds difficult, one of my favorite parts of every trip is when it's finally over. I'm glad to hear it's not stopping you from living.
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Go watch the end of wolf of wall street. The part where they think they are driving amazingly.
I'm built different
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Dude I totally understand. I normally suck at video games but I've played Counter-Strike competitively on 25i before and I swear it turned me into a pro.
All of a sudden I could pinpoint enemies with millimeter precision from the sound of their footsteps alone. It was like having x-ray vision or echolocation, no joke (Shout out to the CS devs for their excellent sound design). My aim was suddenly a lot better too. Headshots were child's play.
Wish I still had gameplay footage but unfortunately this was several PCs ago. It's been a long time since I've fucked with psychedelics cause they don't pair nicely with anxiety (only time I was able play video games on the stuff was when I was drunk too). I was never that good at video games ever again.
I remember one time playing Destiny 1 pvp peaking, I stopped being able to distinguish objects from environment but somehow I was still putting the crosshairs on people's heads
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I have a sub aracnoid cyst, It started growing and shoving my brain into my spine, I had brain surgery, and I'm on a combo of meds that would kill a normal person. I experience hallucinations that I can never turn off all the time. Sparks, trailers, things that aren't melting melting, usually numbers and letters, sometimes everything is technocolor, sometimes double vision, tunnel vision, White noise often sounds like angelic singing, I hear my name a lot when there's no sounds, anyways. I live a mostly, kind of sort of, normal life. Driving isn't really a problem, it's not my reaction times or decision making that's the issue, and the reality I see is doing weird shit, but I don't see things in the wrong place. But also, these aren't all happening all the time, abs if I get a few happening at once, I'll try and take it easy. Things have gotten better with the dissolution of my former relationship. A lot less random dramatic stress.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Hey I am curious about how people experience hallucinations can I ask some questions?
Does being tired or sleepy effect it? For example just before falling asleep do you start hearing your voice more clearly or louder?
Do you actually see figures and people in front of you or is it more of a "I think I saw a black cat run in my peripheral vision" type of thing?
Thank you!
