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Have your cremated remains sealed within an hourglass.
...Just as grains of sand through the hourglass, so are the days after our deaths.
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As you decompose "the sand" would complete it's run in quicker and quicker time until only the bones of time and the ground up pacemaker are left. |
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Faster, Faster, Faster you shout like so many managers. |
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[popbottle], it is my understanding that "cremated
remains" consist mostly of "burned bone ash". How
do you expect that to decompose? |
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I keep reading this as "necromanger" - some sort of
morbid nativity scene. |
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When I was a child I would eat After-Eight mints, turn the wrappers carefully inside-out, and use the inside-our wrappers as hoods for the little 8” china crib figures. |
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We sincerely wish you'd thought a little longer before sharing that with the world, [pom]. It's really quite disturbing. Did you also feel an impulse to waterboard the shepherds, or the Magi ? |
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It could have been worse. At least they weren't pointy white hoods and white robes ... |
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Oh I thought long and hard, in fact it has preyed on my mind for at least 5 hours each day in the 7 decades since I was a teenager... |
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For some odd reason I like this+ |
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//I keep reading this as "necromanger"//
I was opting for Necromangé; a sort of Soylent Green version of Pret a Mangé. |
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//Oh I thought long and hard, in fact it has preyed on my mind for at least 5 hours each day in the 7 decades since I was a teenager...// |
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Yikes, I suck at math so I can only roughly gauge, but... yikes.
You have to let it go man.
If there had been any change things wouldn't be as they are... now. |
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That's not a rebuke or a guilt trip, it's an... opportunity.
In no other reality have circumstances lead to this point in time with these people under these conditions.
Carpe friggin diem I say! |
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//opting for Necromangé// |
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Let me just head off the "necromenage a trois" annos at the pass.
They would be tasteless... and if not tasteless, they would be at least well past their expiry date. |
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