August 27, 2005

• They make a good drug stash too.
• I can't decide if I want my ashes in one of these or in a human shaped urn.
• That would make me feel worse about my dead pet than feel better.
• It's a bit Victorian. I mean, is this less or more creepy than taxidermy-ing Fido and putting him in the front parlor?
• When I lose one, I feel so down it can't get much worse. But I place them in the ground so the underearth critters will get something to eat. Hopefully, this may enable favourable consequences to accrue and affect the ex-pet's future prospects. I isially pit daylilies atop the spot -- pretty flowers. To my fellow monkeys I now express a preference for being composted, if it's not too much hassle. Figure I'm very not likely to care much after the fact, though. /dead serious ... wot else? ;]
• for benefit of those who stodgily refusee to spell usually with two Is = usually
• I'd like to be planted, too, I think. I don't think there's anyone around here that does eco-burials, though.
• Well, Plan A is to have my crotch bronzed, and then my ashes put into that. Plan B is a Mars-zan style banquet. Plan C is to put my ashes into some wort of robotic vessel, whatever is available on the market. Like the robot vacuum would be kind cool, it's always on the move. But prefer something that talks and walks. Plan D will probably be one of this stuffed animal urns, though I still want a talking one.
• Are cremains edible?
• Yes. Crunchy, as well.
• I like how they get around making a stuffed animal that looks just like your dog: any resemblance will do. Bah. And what about mutts, like Steve the Dog? Not that I'd get a comfort pet... Just that, if I did, I'd want it to actually *look* like my darn doggie
• I will be dead, so you can do whatever the fuck you like with my ashes. Bah-humbug. *goes back to counting filthy lucre*
• They should put a hidden voice chip in each of these things that would play back late at night. dog whimper... "Why did you put me in this creepy stuffed dog? I hate you. "
• Ah, brave squid, ye fool us snot.
• I would like you all to have sex with my still-warm corpse. I figure, hey - I didn't get any action while I was alive, so maybe you people with your "high standards" and your "morality" and your goddam "I've already got a boyfriend" attitudes might change your minds when I am DEAD DEAD DEAD. Thanks.
• When I die, think only this of me: There will be some corner of a foreign bar where no-one will ever want to sit again.
• Some immediate questions come to mind: 1) where in the hell do you get a dog cremated? and 2) how can anyone be sure that they're not just putting any old ashes in there? I often wonder about that with human urns too.
• Hey quiddy - do I have to bring my own lube?
• rolypolyman: We've had plenty of links on frying your pet. Pay attention will ya. Google on cremation for Ol' Shep in your city. Fry 'em good and make 'em shiny If that don't thrill ya, you can have a bag, a box, a necklace, or whatever you might urn for.
• I think my brother Squid has dibs on my ceramic hip once I become a heap of ashes and bone chips.
• In northern californa, Bubbling Well Pet Memorial Park runs a pickup service for veterinary clinics, and the guy does a refrigerated truck run about once a week, collecting pupsicles for cremation. You can get your critter gang burned, and get some proportional amount of ash back, or you can your critter privately cremated, and get just your critter's ashes. Most dogs do not like the guy that drives the trucks and loads the pupsicles. Your critter's ashes are returned to you in a nice cedar box. I found it strangely comforting. You don't need a leash to walk your dog anymore, and she is also much more compact on car trips.
• Mr. Koko has insisted that when he dies I have him stuffed and propped in the corner in a menacing pose, like the bear behind Mr. Burns' desk.
• Chechebell, I really don't want your ceramic hip once you're dead. Really.
• Welcome and woof, retrosurf! )))!!!
• A few years ago, there was a story circulating on the internet about a guy who made his wife's coffin into a coffee table. That goes way beyond keeping the ashes on your mantle. Snopes says it wasn't true, though, but the picture is priceless. Sadly enough, I had to have a cat put down today. He was so sick that I didn't want to let him suffer while waiting for him to die so that I could plant him. I didn't ask for his ashes.
• Oh no, path! *Many hugs* I'm sorry. I lost a kitten when I was very young, and it broke my heart. *more hugs*
• Sorry to hear it, path. I just buried by beloved Sandy hamster. I have to chuckle at these remains-obsessed people, but only a little.
• Sorry pathy, hope this post wasn't too horrible and badly timed for you. *hugs too* *opens mouth / inserts foot*
• *hugs path*
• /big hug My cat jumped on the keyboard and typed "u". I think that's her abbreviation for "hug".
• My last dog was to large to bury in the yard (without a backhoe). I feel a little strange that I have the box containing his ashes sitting in front of me on the coffee table under a pile of magazines. Not as strange as I would sleeping with them zipped up in a stuffed animal.
• kitfisto - no, no! The post isn't a problem The veterinarian I take my cats to now has a line of small statues with sentimental themes and containers for pet ashes. I'm sure some people buy them. He also tried a line of what are intended to be realistic stuffed-toy cats, curled up in catnap position, but which always look more like dead cats to me. Some people must have bought those since he has only a couple left. While I might not be in the market for either, I can't complain about his attempt to make a little money off his practice - his theory is that if you charge for follow-up office visits, people won't bring their pets back, so I've been getting my asthmatic cat treated for 4 years now whle paying only for medication.
• Sorry for your loss, path. Sometimes it's the kindest thing, but it's never easy to make that decision.
• The urn idea is just wrong. Bury it, or stuff it, but this half-assed approach is an abomination. Burning the dog and putting the bits into a doll that sorta looks like it, what's the point of that? If you're inclined to go this route, get it stuffed, and make it into a companion for Jeremy Bentham. He's looking lonely these days, and could use some companionship. (Honestly -- he looks like he's been waiting for a bus on a route that's no longer served...)
• As for me, into the fire I go, crackle crackle, and dump the bits in the river. One with the water cycle and all that. But I suppose kit should have some say, too. Have our ashes inserted into the headpieces for the dancing girls at the Lido or something. Whatever we decide. In death, I can be fairly accommodating.
• There's got to be a more interesting way to get rid of a body than burial or burning. What about feeding your body to animals or something. I seem to remember that one of the religions of India require the body to be placed in the jungle as food for the fauna and Zorastrians place body on the top of a ritual to allow buzzards to eat the corpse. How about taxidermy?
• Hey capt. - I'm easy, although I think I'd prefer the tail-feather attachment thing rather than the head piece. ya know what I'm sayin'... hubba hubba