AFTER death, it really doesn't matter. throw my bones in an effing dumpster. when i'm no longer in them, that's all they are. but when i'm dying, i want the dignity of solitude, to not keep me from doing so, in a state of meditation.
Everybody says that, that they don't care what happens to their body when they die. I don't believe it. I think, if your destiny was to end up in a dumpster and you knew about it, you'd say something about it.
No matter how much pain you are in and whether your life could easily be saved if only someone knew enough to send help... You would rather have the "dignity of solitude" This woman in question may have just come home from the hospital and then something happened... You can't say you know it was what she wanted at this point in her life. There's no "dignity of solitude" in laying there screaming in pain for a couple of days before you actually died, especially if it was something reversible. Quit making her death sound glorious.
i know that's my own little wierdness, and i'm not saying its how anyone else would be most comfortable with looking at it, but sorry, yes. and i'm not making ANYTHING "sound glorious". glorious has nothing to do with it. quit making living in a fish bowl sound glorious. why assume the reason she wasn't still in a hospital, that could supposedly "reverse" whatever was wrong with her, wasn't because the required treatment might have been something she had no way to pay for? that isn't the price of being alone. that is the price of making health care have to be about money at all. of course i don't want to be screaming in pain, but thousands of people ARE, because they have no way to PAY not to be. do you think people who want everything to be about money even give a shit? do you? do i think the reason she died is because health care in america, more then any other civilized country in the world, is about money? you're damd right i do.
I'm not impressed with NASCAR new rules to throw yellow flags every twenty minutes in the truck series. What a circus.
what does knowing about you have to do with the question? the only thing i know about anybody is what they say, in each context they say it. i'm not judging you. i'm not judging anybody. we were talking about something specific.
Think I might buy some Africans. Never owned any before and they would add a bit of color to the front room.
oops African CICHLIDS, ya know, fish. I have an empty 80 gallon aquarium in the front room I want to set up.
Just saved a bunch of money on an economics textbook ... syllabus says 7th edition of this book, as soon as she said that 6th edition would be fine i pulled out my laptop, put up a vpn and torrented that bitch. They make new "editions" with very little change in actual content so that they can keep making money off the same book, otherwise they are pretty much the same books with very minor changes (like maybe a few words or a couple sentences a changed a bit throughout the entire book.
i saved a ton of money on textbooks by always waiting until a week or two into the semester to buy any books. by that time, you can usually tell whether you will actually need to buy the book, and about 80% of the time the required textbook is completely unnecessary anyway.
Dumpster is one thing (someone can still have a bad time finding your body there) but once I'm dead I'm dead. So it seems to me rotting away in the woods or getting eaten by wild animals for example is just as honorable and worthy as getting burned or buried afer a ceremony (technically when you get buried your body gets also eaten by wild animals )