Friday, November 14, 2008

Death is about choices.

I won't say I'm completely fond of the idea of converting the remains of the dead into functioning pencils, but I know it sounds better than, say, putting the recently-deceased's ashen remains in a plastic box and dropping that box into the waters around the San Juan Islands only to find that it doesn't sink. And to find that the trash bag that someone inexplicably threw in with the floating plastic box only adds to the ungainliness of the sight, not to mention the floating-versus-sinking problem.

I'm just saying.

2 comments:

Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis said...

Man, that has got to be the king lord god of all awkward moments.

This memory will live on for them. Sadly.

Dale said...

SJKP, yep. It revealed something that makes sense in hindsight: we assume that handling the ashes of the recently passed is a straightforward task with few complications. But really, how much practice do we really get before Game Day? Not much. And it shows.