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Post by xXSpookyXx on May 9, 2008 11:34:26 GMT -11
Mortuary science weighs process; procedure used in medical centers CONCORD, N.H. - Since they first walked the planet, humans have either buried or burned their dead. Now a new option is generating interest — dissolving bodies in lye and flushing the brownish, syrupy residue down the drain. The process is called alkaline hydrolysis and was developed in this country 16 years ago to get rid of animal carcasses. It uses lye, 300-degree heat and 60 pounds of pressure per square inch to destroy bodies in big stainless-steel cylinders that are similar to pressure cookers. Full article here.... www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24526431/What are your thoughts about this being a way to handle human remains of loved ones?
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Post by carson on May 10, 2008 4:45:32 GMT -11
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
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Post by «Foz» on May 10, 2008 4:48:09 GMT -11
This sounds like something on an episode of CSI. Yuck! Where do you go to pay respect to your loved ones if their remains go down the drain? The wastewater treatment plant?
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Post by hoobsmom on May 10, 2008 5:08:47 GMT -11
I wanna thank Spooky for totally creeping me out.
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Post by amara1369 on May 10, 2008 6:42:01 GMT -11
Wow, wouldn't this also be considered contamination in a way? As far as where would someone go to pay respect, I could definitely see that issue. My mother was cremated, and had her ashes spread about all over the place, so there's no where I could really go. I do however, every once in a while, just kinda talk to her. I know, I'm a loon. Her reasoning is that she didn't want anyone to be sitting at a grave site, weeping over her grave. She and I shared a favorite poem that was read at her, eulogy I guess you could call it. I'll post it in another reply, so this one isn't too long, lol.
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Post by amara1369 on May 10, 2008 6:45:06 GMT -11
I'm Not Here (Author Unknown)
Don't stand by my grave and weep, For I'm not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamonds glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circle flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
Hope this is ok to post this...
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Post by ♥~KarinaKay~♥ on May 11, 2008 2:37:45 GMT -11
I see nothing wrong with it. Our bodies rotting in a box is really disgusting, too. My only regret would be disappearing cemeteries, which i enjoy spending time in. Most are very peaceful and the headstones are fascinating.
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Post by «Foz» on May 11, 2008 4:23:52 GMT -11
That's a beautiful poem, amara! I can understand why you'd want to read that at her "eulogy".
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Post by pinkgiraffe on May 11, 2008 4:40:18 GMT -11
I think it's kind of creepy, just pouring a loved one down the drain. But at the same time, I could see it being the same concept as with ashes...if you don't keep or bury them, you scatter them. The body itself isn't as important as the memories of that person.
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Post by amara1369 on May 11, 2008 13:27:51 GMT -11
Exactly pg. I have some fond memories of my mother. Spending a weekend baking and flour fights! And thanks Foz. That poem did really mean a lot to the both of us. I still cry whenever I see it.
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