Strange things have been happening lately to the cremated remains of some folks. Granted, there's probably been stranger things happen to people's remains, but, you don't often hear of it.
About a week ago, I came across an article concerning a box labeled "Grandma's Urn" left at a Goodwill Store near Flint, Michigan. Now, I know Goodwill is apt to take most anything. The whole "one man's trash is another man's treasure" is often taken literally by patrons eager to empty their back closets, broom closets, skeleton-stuffed cupboards, etc.... but, an urn? More specifically, grandma's urn??? Who'd even think of dropping off their relative at a charity shop? Is it perhaps someone's hope that another unfortunate soul might want a little portable grandma to keep them company?
Tonight, I came across a slightly more disturbing article concerning the cremated remains of someone's father. Jennie Spooner, of Amityville (we'll let the eeriness of her hometown slide for the moment) was giving her father the kind of send off he would have appreciated-- sprinkling a bit of him on a dinosaur at the Natural History Museum, attaching a bit of him to the tail of a kite and tossing some of him in the waters of Canaan Lake.
But, before she could continue his city-wide spread, she discovered that there was more than just the remains of her father included in his urn (at no extra charge, but, unwanted nonetheless)-- glass shards, metal staples and a partially melted crucifix began to appear as the level of ash in the urn diminished. (Okay, now I can't help but think about the haunted history of her hometown).
Had thought that cremation might have been the way to go, what with the overcrowding of cemeteries and abundance of our overpopulating species....but, now, I'm not so sure--- maybe I'll just have my body launched into space, if I land on some distant planet, maybe the inhabitants there will have enough respect to handle the dead with care.
About a week ago, I came across an article concerning a box labeled "Grandma's Urn" left at a Goodwill Store near Flint, Michigan. Now, I know Goodwill is apt to take most anything. The whole "one man's trash is another man's treasure" is often taken literally by patrons eager to empty their back closets, broom closets, skeleton-stuffed cupboards, etc.... but, an urn? More specifically, grandma's urn??? Who'd even think of dropping off their relative at a charity shop? Is it perhaps someone's hope that another unfortunate soul might want a little portable grandma to keep them company?
Tonight, I came across a slightly more disturbing article concerning the cremated remains of someone's father. Jennie Spooner, of Amityville (we'll let the eeriness of her hometown slide for the moment) was giving her father the kind of send off he would have appreciated-- sprinkling a bit of him on a dinosaur at the Natural History Museum, attaching a bit of him to the tail of a kite and tossing some of him in the waters of Canaan Lake.
But, before she could continue his city-wide spread, she discovered that there was more than just the remains of her father included in his urn (at no extra charge, but, unwanted nonetheless)-- glass shards, metal staples and a partially melted crucifix began to appear as the level of ash in the urn diminished. (Okay, now I can't help but think about the haunted history of her hometown).
Had thought that cremation might have been the way to go, what with the overcrowding of cemeteries and abundance of our overpopulating species....but, now, I'm not so sure--- maybe I'll just have my body launched into space, if I land on some distant planet, maybe the inhabitants there will have enough respect to handle the dead with care.
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