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I just buried a person
Indie Winter
die KräheRudi Hurzlmeier (German, b. 1952)Registered User regular
die KräheRudi Hurzlmeier (German, b. 1952)Registered User regular
like, literally buried someone.
I shovelled some earth up, put the body in, shovelled some earth back down, covered everything up.
and the thing is, I didn't even know who she was. The person I was burying, that is. I was only asked to help because I happened to walk by and they were a man short of a minyan.
strange times.
so lets talk about the wondrous, fragile thing that is Life.
or, you know, make poop jokes. Whatever.
I shovelled some earth up, put the body in, shovelled some earth back down, covered everything up.
and the thing is, I didn't even know who she was. The person I was burying, that is. I was only asked to help because I happened to walk by and they were a man short of a minyan.
strange times.
so lets talk about the wondrous, fragile thing that is Life.
or, you know, make poop jokes. Whatever.
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every night since i have lain awake terrified of death, which is certain
but apparently it was, so
burying people, huh. More or less fun than digging them up?
(generally less, I would think).
they didn't even put the casket in the ground, we just looked at it and then left the graveyard
in movies they put the casket in the ground while the people are there
drive-by mourning
"ok, we're at the graveyard. is the casket there?"
"yup, I can see it from the windo-"
"ok, that's good enough. DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE"
so, were you just walking around a cemetary or...otherwise you may have been a party to something horrible
and the wake was just leaving the house, and they saw me walking
and they asked if I could help them out because they were a man short of ten
and I said yes
when a crows of teary eyed people all look at you expectantly, while their loved one sits in the funeral home waiting to be buried, one cannot easily refuse
this is my thought. was she in a coffin, dressed in her Sunday Best, or were you in the woods, burying a hooker
edit:alright, answer given
look, when Fat Tony asks you for a favor
ok that's good
your original description of the experience made it sound like you helped some asshole hide evidence of a murder
This was a perfect typo for you.
Writer/biologist/photographer/blogger Derek Miller's prepared final blog post, written before, to be posted in the event of his death.
it's lovely.
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excuse me i have something in my eye
I... I have something in my eye.
No, wait, just tears. Carry on.
it's the comments that get me.
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When we buried my father 5 years ago, we lowered the casket into the ground.
With ropes, none of that hand-crank bullshit you sometimes see in movies and on tv.
Then we (the closest family) stood by the grave while people stood in line to offer their condolances.
And then we left. I don't know if they filled the hole manually or with a small excavator.
I understand not wanting to dig up the grave; that's a job in itself. But filling it up isn't nearly so, with a few folks with shovels. Using a big machine to do it instead just seems disrespectful to me.
for a long time they werent sure what to do with the ashes, where we should scatter them or whatever
at least this way theres a place to go visit
which is nice because its kinda something even though it all feels like grasping at straws
burying him didnt take long it was just a small metal box about the same size you would get a nice bottle of whiskey in
my mother and uncle both died of cancer, in their late 20s, in the same year (1989)
my cousin ben died of a heroin overdose, aged 21, the week of my birthday in 2005
my grandad died of heart failure, aged 84, on april the 5th this year
It'll take a very long time before we run out of burial space.
At the moment, the entire human population could fit, just barely, into the landspace of Los Angeles.
We all turn into worm poop in the end?
Missed all my grandparents' funerals, and now they're all dead.
That must mean I'm a terrible person.
they all attended his funeral, in full kit, and sang a few hymns
it was the hardest thing to hear knowing my grandads voice would never be part of it again
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
poop to poop
I've had several relatives die and yet I'm not freaked out by death. Both my maternal grandparents have died, and my mother had a late-term miscarriage. I was old enough to be affected by the miscarriage, but too young to be strongly affected by it. My grandmother passed before my grandfather and I'll go the rest of my life feeling like a complete shitheel for the way me and my sister treated her when she would babysit us. We were only 8 or 9 when she died, but I know there were several times we made her cry because of the way we acted. Not out of malice, but simply out of the way two 8 year old kids would act. I'm now 31 and to this day my biggest regret is not having the chance to apologize to her.
My grandfather pretty much lost it after his wife of a billion years died and we ended up having to put him in a home. The tragedy was him going from the smartest person I've met to a senile, demented old man in the span of a year. Morbid as it is to say, his passing was actually something of a blessing.
When my wife's grandparents passed, the same thing happened. Her grandfather passed first, and her grandmother lost the will to live. The woman was amazing and the rapidity of her decline was a tragic thing to witness. I hope that my wife passes before I do because I wouldn't want her to suffer having to deal with my death.
Also bad is not being there for a loved ones funeral. My other grandpa died a few years later over the summer and me, my Sis, and dad couldn't get back home to the Philippines for the funeral, only my mom flew home absolutely devastated.
My one surviving grandma will never die, I hope. She's a tough old gal
Wait until you are 39 then report back.
My great grandmother.
she died at 98 when I was 16.
She always loved watching me play music and whenever we'd visit, I'd take my horn and play whatever I'd been practicing.
I played Amazing Grace at her funeral.
If you've ever tried to keep a viable embouchure while choking back tears, you know where I'm coming from.
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she'd been diagnosed with thyroid cancer just before the start of april
the last time i saw her alive was on mother's day
i couldn't make it home fast enough when she was fading in the hospital, she went so quickly
i will spend the rest of my life hating myself for this
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This, on the other hand...
My maternal grandfather, whom I knew very well, and it was very difficult. I was 16
My paternal grandmother, whom I didn't know very well at all, but still family. I was 17, I think.
A close friend from high school, who killed himself. I was 19. The funeral was on Dec 31, 1999.
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i remember that
Has anyone mentioned that the last WWI combat vet has passed away in Australia?
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/05/04/501364/main20059904.shtml