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Besides everything else death is just so damned smelly. Which is why I've sent missives to family insisting I be cremated. This way I'll go out smelling like Bar-B-Q steak and not a dead fucking rat stuck behind the radiator.
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My sentiments exactly. Preferably I'd like to go out with a viking funeral.
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But in any case, not like a dead fucking rat.
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Fuck that 'Rat' shit.
ReplyDeleteA Viking job mixed with assorted other cultural ornaments sounds like a deal.
In the land ruled by Eros and Aphrodite, the people send off their fallen heroes in a giant iron catafalque. It is over ten feet high, and elaborately fashioned and sculpted. The lid, which is open in the center, is flanked by a pair of life-size iron gryphons reclining at either end, their beaks open. Beneath the enclosed funerary platform, fuel is stacked in the burning chamber. When it is lit, fire leaps high above the structure in a column and pours from the open mouths of the gryphons, which glow red hot. Their internal aerodynamics are such that they howl or scream with the force of the flame until the fuel is consumed, and the body of the deceased with it.
ReplyDeleteThey do things in style there.
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