I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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The under-under-taker
wrote last edited by [email protected]If the under-under-taker is Australian, would it then be the down-under-under-under-taker?
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don't say any of that to anyone in person. you might get section 12'd
Society deserves more capable system thinkers
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I had my mid-life crisis in my early 20's because the average lifespan in my demographic is like 52 years.
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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 underclause
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don't say any of that to anyone in person. you might get section 12'd
What does this mean?
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I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
You had shotguns, could have rescared the bear
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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.
wrote last edited by [email protected]For serious. The story of Hisashi Ouchi should be enough to convince anyone with an ounce of heart that assisted suicide needs to be a human right. Kept alive for 83 days when he was begging to be put down while he was conscious. His cells literally did not have any more valid DNA. He was a dead man being kept alive, because his family refused to allow the doctors to pull the plug.
Insane, inhuman torture because your own family cannot let you go... Such absolute selfish insanity from them.
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What does this mean?
Going off context, I'd guess it's like California's 5150. If you threaten harm on yourself they give you a pair of really cool socks to calm you down.
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You had shotguns, could have rescared the bear
Or simply pissed it off enough to attack. It's a gamble antagonizing any predator when you do not have the means to actually defend yourself.
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fun
scary, unsettling
Not always two different things.
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This morning some pedestrian stared me down as he started crossing in front of me at a leisurely pace while I approached going 45 mph with a green light. Not a single fuck given.
Depends where you are in the world really. In the UK, that is very much a you problem, not the pedestrian's. Not that people drive like it in some parts of the country, generally in rural areas.
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I ate my twin in the womb.
Sounds like you did them a favor.
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Have you ever tried geoguesser?
Just wanted to shout out the seterra quiz section that's on their site too. They have a bunch of other well put together geography games besides the street view game. I'm addicted to the '220+ countries and territories' one, even though I still only get like 70-80%. Eventually ill learn all those islands.
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I dont always look both ways before crossing the street at a cross walk...
Edit: Ya'll it was a joke. Thank you for the concern!
You should. If not for yourself, then for whoever might hit you and have to live with it for the rest of their life.
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I was lucky to have survived having gone my first 5 years of life with a heart valve that was back bleeding.
I also cannot tell when I'm having a ear infection unless liquid comes oozing out. I have had some many in my life that they just don't hurt at all.
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For serious. The story of Hisashi Ouchi should be enough to convince anyone with an ounce of heart that assisted suicide needs to be a human right. Kept alive for 83 days when he was begging to be put down while he was conscious. His cells literally did not have any more valid DNA. He was a dead man being kept alive, because his family refused to allow the doctors to pull the plug.
Insane, inhuman torture because your own family cannot let you go... Such absolute selfish insanity from them.
I recommend you check out Wendigoon's video on the subject. There was some faulty reporting on what actually went on there. The doctors, nurses and the family were not monsters and Hisachi himself was not begging for death. He tried to hold on to life for the sake of his family. It is a very touching story that fell victim to sensationalism because apparently, going through insane radiation sickness wasn't sensational enough.
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I do a band count before I start peeing into the toilet….
“A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four!” peeeeeeeeeeeee
I then usually start singing a tv show theme song like Happy Days as I keep the flow going. Disturbed yet?
I time how long mine took. 45 seconds is the max, 30 seconds typical for long overnight. If I only take 10-15 seconds, body was lying about needing to go.
Count down to firing is also a thing sometimes.
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Going off context, I'd guess it's like California's 5150. If you threaten harm on yourself they give you a pair of really cool socks to calm you down.
Ah, I see. I was finding Canadian results but we have medical assistance in dying (MAID) now.
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when encountering new people i am open and friendly, but mask up as they start saying things that let me know they are not safe people. at some point they become unsettled and go away.
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Context is really important. If he’s an undertaker it might be a bit odd, but a final act of love for his wife.
But if he’s a trucker, for example, that’s more than slightly odd.
wrote last edited by [email protected]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.
