It’s ritual in rural Greece for those dead after a few years to make room for the newly dead. Sometimes the old bones are deposited in a communal ossuary. Lakes are not preferred.
Re: RamsHey Pop, that sure is a good looking herd of Ewes down in the valley. What say we run down and get us a couple?No, boy, we’ll walk down…and get them all.
From the Blog – among those wooden spoons, one looks suspiciously like Petey Otterloop. As those spoons look somewhat antiquey, that either means Mr. Thompson gets his inspiration from painted utensils, or there’s a wormhole somewhere.
As a one time Cemeterian, I found peoples beliefs around death to be one of the more interesting aspects of the work.The disinterment of remains would inevitably open up a can of worms. The arms length that the majority of people keep any notion of death at was often amputated abruptly, especially when faced with an unexpected disinterment. It is not something that enters into the equation for people in this country when they are trying to wrap things up neatly and quickly and get on with their life and not have to think about death. What one group accepts as common place, another declares to be blasphemy. The one common thread I found in listening to people talk about their strong beliefs and feelings about the death ritual, is that they had no idea why they felt or believed the way they did. That was always my “in” for planting a seed. A seed of questioning, to shut down auto pilot and think for themselves and feel what death means to them, to have a real connection with it and not just gloss over it and get on with things as fast as possible.Kind of like this comic strip actually- most people dismiss it, not wanting to stray from their “Family Circus” lives, but every now and then a seed of lameness is planted, affording someone the opportunity to see outside of their own box and maybe turn on a few light bulbs that were getting a little dusty.
I clearly recognize the lovely wet bum of none other than Laetitia Casta, the woman the French press called “La plus belle femme du monde.” And I am in no position to argue. I wouldn’t anyway.
doc white almost 13 years ago
I have a bone to pick with you.
Sisyphos almost 13 years ago
It’s ritual in rural Greece for those dead after a few years to make room for the newly dead. Sometimes the old bones are deposited in a communal ossuary. Lakes are not preferred.
whaletail almost 13 years ago
http://obituarytypo.blogspot.com/2011/12/communal-ossuary.html
x_Tech almost 13 years ago
Re: RamsHey Pop, that sure is a good looking herd of Ewes down in the valley. What say we run down and get us a couple?No, boy, we’ll walk down…and get them all.
Commentator almost 13 years ago
???
Ray_C almost 13 years ago
I’ve had my bones thrown in the lake a couple of times. It’s no fun, especially in winter; but it sure beats getting cremated.
coltish1 almost 13 years ago
Doesn’t it look like John Payne has his boxing trunks on backwards?
cleokaya almost 13 years ago
Since I am going for cremation, it will be my ashes that will be tossed, but not into our lake, but rather into our garden.
Cat43ullus almost 13 years ago
Didn’t that gravedigger formerly work for Dover Air Force Base?
MajorPlowshares almost 13 years ago
From the Blog – among those wooden spoons, one looks suspiciously like Petey Otterloop. As those spoons look somewhat antiquey, that either means Mr. Thompson gets his inspiration from painted utensils, or there’s a wormhole somewhere.
iced tea almost 13 years ago
Teresa, where in the world do you come up with these morbid ideas of yours?
6turtle9 almost 13 years ago
As a one time Cemeterian, I found peoples beliefs around death to be one of the more interesting aspects of the work.The disinterment of remains would inevitably open up a can of worms. The arms length that the majority of people keep any notion of death at was often amputated abruptly, especially when faced with an unexpected disinterment. It is not something that enters into the equation for people in this country when they are trying to wrap things up neatly and quickly and get on with their life and not have to think about death. What one group accepts as common place, another declares to be blasphemy. The one common thread I found in listening to people talk about their strong beliefs and feelings about the death ritual, is that they had no idea why they felt or believed the way they did. That was always my “in” for planting a seed. A seed of questioning, to shut down auto pilot and think for themselves and feel what death means to them, to have a real connection with it and not just gloss over it and get on with things as fast as possible.Kind of like this comic strip actually- most people dismiss it, not wanting to stray from their “Family Circus” lives, but every now and then a seed of lameness is planted, affording someone the opportunity to see outside of their own box and maybe turn on a few light bulbs that were getting a little dusty.
Sisyphos almost 13 years ago
Jeepers! I am humbled to have been the butt of a custom FA! Thank you, Teresa!
coltish1 almost 13 years ago
I clearly recognize the lovely wet bum of none other than Laetitia Casta, the woman the French press called “La plus belle femme du monde.” And I am in no position to argue. I wouldn’t anyway.
margueritem almost 13 years ago
Loved the Lip Dub!
Kvasir42 Premium Member almost 13 years ago
Must work for Arlington Cemetary.