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Death comes to us all; some expect it, as in terminally ill people; some get caught by surprise.  We all know this; we all hate the truth of it, but we all must face it sooner or later.   My mother wants to have her body donated to science. I have no problem with that; she’s said so for years.  Today I was helping a friend weigh options for a sibling who hasn’t much time left.  This isn’t a surprise to us; it’s been a while coming.  She had never thought far enough ahead to consider what comes after death.  One dies; one is buried. Case closed…right?  If one has no insurance, no money…. how is one buried ?  So we spent a few hours researching options today, and yes, had a few laughs over it.

Donating is another thing I’d never really looked into.  I mean, have you ever wondered what they did with the body afterwards?  I guess I just imagined the nameless cadaver was ..” disposed of ” some how.  Now, I know the truth… you can get it back.

I never knew that.  Cremated and in a pretty urn , your loved one comes back you for whatever you have planned next.  I was surprised to find that comforting.  I think I’ll like getting my mom back to add to the family cemetary; get her headstone … do all the final things I can do for her.   I’m terrible at funerals; this … I think I can deal with.

For now my friend and I are laughing about details, though … like I have to lose weight if I wanted to donate mine. I’m hoping I’m not more than 50% over the weight suitible for my height.  Imagine that as a motivation to diet !  People will think we are crazy, for certain .  We can spend our time laughing, or crying; neither will help her sibling, so we are doing what has to be done; taking steps; making plans, and finding what laughter we can.  Soon enough there will be tears.