tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post116219969186193394..comments2023-03-27T08:39:38.633-07:00Comments on The Fourth Musketeer: Compost meFourth Musketeerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144425842722192791noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post-1162852151545428332006-11-06T14:29:00.000-08:002006-11-06T14:29:00.000-08:00Deeply sorry if my callousness offended thee... yo...Deeply sorry if my callousness offended thee... you know you secretly wish to become phantasma phood. (I am pretty sure this is one of those comments that only I am laughing about...) <BR/>No, I won't feed you to the dog. She'd only end up like my poor old sausage dog, Trissy, and that BIG pot of kithcen-sink soup that she defended until she couldn't stand the sight of it anymore even though no one wanted any in the first place. You know what I'm talkin' about.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post-1162451343021285772006-11-01T23:09:00.000-08:002006-11-01T23:09:00.000-08:00My grandmother was not embalmed and did have a vie...My grandmother was not embalmed and did have a viewing. It just requires an "immediate" burial, which in our case was 4 days later. We did not read the poem aloud at the service. The mortuary guy had a little agenda, and that was fine with me. I did print out some pics and a scan of her hand written version of the poem and handed them out, was all good, nice day. <BR/><BR/>And Wifey! As callous as I am, I find your suggestion of feeding me to my own dog insulting. It's OK to sell me to a dogfood company though, then I'll shine through the eyes and coats of many dogs, bow wow wow, yippy yo, yippy yay. Of course, I don't know why I mention this to anyone, since I'm betting on outliving the entire human race.Fourth Musketeerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07144425842722192791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post-1162416724735673692006-11-01T13:32:00.000-08:002006-11-01T13:32:00.000-08:00What if I just drag you out to the sideyard and le...What if I just drag you out to the sideyard and let Phantasma do her good work? That's kind of like composting- composting into poop that is. But we would be putting you [your remains] to use...then we could use the poop to kill/nutrify some burdock or thistle weeds. Sounds like a plan. <BR/>Oh- I almost forgot to ask, but what about the vultures, racoons, feral cats and other vermin? Maybe I'll drag you out a ways into the canyon, so we don't get inundated with flies and furry pests. You wouldn't mind that would you?<BR/>FYI your blog is not a will by any stretch. You can't notarize or witness it online. If you want to do a handwritten will, I can help you with that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post-1162288202852048602006-10-31T01:50:00.000-08:002006-10-31T01:50:00.000-08:00i'm pretty sure that this blog counts as a will. ...i'm pretty sure that this blog counts as a will. would someone please notarize this? just bungee cord me in an area rug with some nice rocks, sail me a hundred miles off coast and kerplunk me in, how much could it possibly cost? money is no object. if that doesn't work then compost me, it'll be legal here by then.Fourth Musketeerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07144425842722192791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19249827.post-1162232281921825312006-10-30T10:18:00.000-08:002006-10-30T10:18:00.000-08:00Sad to hear about Bess' passing, but she is defini...Sad to hear about Bess' passing, but she is definitely in a better, more peaceful place. You should post her poem here- I think it says it all. <BR/>It was sweet, though, that even in her Alzheimer's dementia decline, she remembered you. You and Penny were the last relatives she had in her mind. <BR/>If you really want to be composted in Sweden, then you should definitely put that in your will. Otherwise, we will just do whatever we can afford at the time. I didn't know that it is possible to bury people sans embalming in the United States modernly. I thought it was illegal. I am learning new things every day. <BR/>Let's read her poem at the funeral tomorrow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com