What’s Next?
As we get older we realize that youth has passed us by and we need to enjoy whatever is left of life. We tend to slow down physically and mentally without realizing when it all started but we know that we still want to make our own decisions and live with the consequences. At some point reality tells us we don’t need some of the toys that were important a few years ago.
We’ve done about all the major things in life that we’re going to do. A few years ago I made my bucket list of what I wanted and thought was necessary. For example, I wanted a chain link fence around the garden, something that I should have done 20 years earlier. Steel roofs on all the buildings were on the list as was a new patio slab. Things like that.
Mrs F and I talked about what would happen to any assets that were left when the big day arrived. We saw a lawyer that specializes in trusts and planned what we wanted, to ensure that everyone concerned would be treated fairly, by our definition.
As with some of you we’ve been to many funerals, they seem to go with the territory as the years roll by. Many of you have lost your parents and maybe got caught up as the executor of their property plus dealing with all the government impediments along the way. One thing that seemed to stand out in my mind.
After the funeral and the traditional reception that follows we share the stories about the deceased.
Then reality. Bills flood in. If the funeral was grandiose the bills may be seriously large. Some funerals are more modest because of the circumstances of the deceased but still have to be paid. Eventually everything is taken care of, a monument erected at the cemetery, as a remembrance of the person buried there. Then, often, nothing.
My own example is as follows. My parents are buried in a cemetery about 3 miles from my house. I go to town about 3 times a week to shop or pick up mail at the post office. I rarely, like once or twice a year, go to visit their grave site. As far as I know my brothers never, not once, (and now never will) visited our parents’ graves.
A few years ago I took my daughter and 3 granddaughters up to visit their late grand parents. We took a few pictures and left. To the best of my knowledge no other relatives have ever visited. There are not many grandchildren left that remember my folks and very few that are still in the area.
That got me started thinking, a rare event for sure. Is there some way not to go through all the hassle of a funeral? There may be some parts of our bodies that could still be used. Maybe not much but what if someone could use the remains and learn something? Could we donate our remains to some organization that could possibly get some use from the discards? I looked on the internet and sure enough. Teaching schools need us. What would we have to do? In Minnesota it’s fairly simple, each state may have different criteria.
I downloaded the forms and answered 3 questions. Did the same for Mrs F, since we had already agreed to this. Now upon signing the consent forms we needed 2 witnesses. A quick email to the only neighbor I talk to and asked if he and his wife would like to be part of the conspiracy. They agreed, we set up the time and they were happy to watch geezers scribble what are supposed to be signatures.
The questions are as follows:
FINAL ARRANGEMENT OPTIONS:
Our studies range from 2 months to 18 months in length. If the anatomical studies extend beyond 18 months, the Program will contact the next of kin/authorizing person for extension permission if the first or third options are selected from below. Please select one of the following options:
I have checked the option below that applies to my wishes for my final arrangement.
The University of Minnesota will cremate my remains and return my cremated remains to my next of kin/authorizing person. The expenses of the cremation and the return of the cremated remains to the next of kin/authorizing person will be the responsibility of the University of Minnesota.
This is the option that we choose.
2. The University of Minnesota will cremate my remains and inter my cremated remains in a grave space shared by other Program whole body donors. The expenses for the cremation and interment of the cremated remains in Lakewood Cemetery will be the responsibility of the University of Minnesota. I understand that information pertaining to the interment date is not released.
3.The University of Minnesota will release my entire body to a funeral home for interment in a cemetery. All expenses associated with the funeral home and the interment will be the responsibility of my next of kin/authorizing person or estate.
USE RESTRICTIONS:
External Entities: I give the Program permission to support medical education and research at external degree-granting institutions, surgical training laboratories, research entities, and biomedical device organizations located in the state of Minnesota. I understand that each entity is appropriately screened prior to receiving tissue and the anatomical tissue is returned to the University of Minnesota for final disposition.
_X__ YES- This option allows the Program staff flexibility to maximize the impact of the donation.
____ NO- This option should be selected if you would prefer to limit the use of your donation exclusively to the University of Minnesota system (Crookston, Duluth, Morris, Rochester, and Twin Cities).
Long Term Retention: I give the Program permission to retain an organ and/or body part(s) for long term medical research, teaching and/or permanent preservation. I understand the rest of my body will be taken care of as described in the Final Arrangement Options above. When the education and research use of my tissue is completed, I give the Program staff permission to cremate my tissue and inter the cremated remains at Lakewood Cemetery.
__X__ YES- This option allows the Program staff flexibility to maximize the impact of the donation.
____ NO- This option should be selected if you are not comfortable with the Program retaining tissue for long term teaching or research.
A trip to the post office and we were finished, hopefully. Now we wait. At some point someone will need to make a phone call (provided on the forms) and the wheels begin to turn. Someone will be dispatched for pick up wherever the remains are located. I’m sure the local authorities need to be notified and I’m guessing that law enforcement or the emergency people know what to do.
I’m going to provide the local funeral home and sheriff’s department with a copy of the form (which they’ll probably promptly throw away), just in case they have any questions. The executor and our kids and a few others will get a copy.
When we were younger we never thought of our own mortality but that window is closing. I see young (compared to me and the missus) athletes and celebrities dying unexpectedly and wonder if they had thought about their future. In all likelihood they were like us, thinking that the day would never come.
There are lots of folks that prefer the more traditional ways of departure, for many different reasons. Cemeteries are full of them. A lot of people make no prior plans and then let someone else make the final decisions. I don’t like that part. Even with the mode we have chosen, any leftovers can be returned for the final resting. We want to have the dust thrown in the garden, where there may even be some possible future use.
Planning is the best gift you can give your family.
A lot of people make no prior plans and then let someone else make the final decisions. I don’t like that part. Even with the mode we have chosen, any leftovers can be returned for the final resting. We want to have the dust thrown in the garden, where there may even be some possible future use.
I don’t like it either. We have plots back in Minne that may have to be dealt with if we never come back. I guess it’s nice to have a physical place to visit, but I’d almost prefer to have them remember me through funny everyday things. On Sunday I made “Grandpa’s Chicken.” Simple but awesome. I’ve noticed that my wife has been requesting it more often and that I should probably share it with the kids sooner rather than later. Stupid example, maybe, but when I’m out on the patio grilling I think about him a lot.
Thanks, Fourscore. I picked a great day to drop by.
I should probably share it with the kids sooner rather than later.
Do it.
Some of my relatives’ good recipes are lost forever.
Others we have, though I haven’t made any of them in a long time.
I’ll document, you make some soon. Deal?
OK
You should fuckin’ share your “Grandpa’s Chicken” recipe with me.
It’s so easy.
Salt the chicken early. I only do thighs and breasts.
Crank up the grill as hot as it will go.
5 Minutes bone side down on high.
Turn the grill down to LOL or whatever indirect you can do.
10 minutes bone side down.
Start flipping every ten minutes.
Meanwhile, get some garlic going in olive oil. Once the garlic is groovy, add red wine, your herbs of choice (rosemary, parsley, basil for me) and reduce it down some.
Drink.
After like 40 minutes, start brushing the sauce and continue to flip every ten. So simple. After about an hour you’ve got excellent chicken.
Time to rise and shine, bitches!
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Get those boots on and kick some ass.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N0LWtt-GPKA
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Ugh. Not meant as a reply. These new buttons SUCK ON a tablet.
I often think about what I need to do for the dog. I guess I have it easy in that he’s the only living thing at this point I need be concerned about after I’m gone.
Yeah. My kids are the first layer for Indie care if we drop, but we travel with them, so.
Another thing for the trust, I guess.
Awwww…. *hug from afar*
I suppose that IS the easy part. I doubt you’ll go forever without finding something else to fulfill ya. I’m fairly certain I’ll fall into another groove of companionship in the future. Life’s funny that way. I’ve had several interesting dips in my route. Pretty much like World Words, ya know? The bounces fuckin’ suck but the rebound is better than before.
Note to you and all y’all: I ain’t overtly coming on to you. I’ve also aware I’ve been blessed by a family that, indeed, deeply loves and cares for me.
Yeah, I have no desire for a life partner, but I wish you luck! I have enough on my hands with myself and this dog and family and work.
I’m wired weird. My brain and talents work best with a Wing (Wo)Man. I don’t need someone to take care of my shit, but a partner helps hone me into a much better version.
I’m not good for myself. My brother is a focused laser with his abilities. I’m an exploding prism of thought. Trouble is, they ain’t all bad. I just ran my latest by through Mom and she thinks it’s a good one: I think getting a phlebotomy cert and going into that is a pretty perfect fit for me.
I loved the factory-work of edu evaluating tests. Perfect for me right now to get back on my feet. Phlebotomy is a highly-desired skill, pretty much never running out of work, and is part of the patient-as-cog rotating machine of medicine. I don’t think this is a bad, nor crazy idea. Hrm. Me thinky and me still likey. I will further ponder.
My wife and I will be cremated. A church memorial service, then it’s up to our son to find a nice spot in the mountains to spread them.
My brothers are in military cemeteries, with the 1000s of other crosses. I’m sure no one goes to visit them and I can’t.
Grandpa and Grandma are in the Fort Snelling Cemetery. I used to visit a lot. I actually like the orderly crosses and how well kept it all was. But now I wonder if it even matters.
Did a will with the military before deployment. Asked to be buried in whatever military cemetery they buried other guys in the unit. Thinking more about being with my friends than family visits.
Thankfully they didn’t have to bury any of us.
Did you put up the fence yourself or hire somebody?
I have a big freshly planted garden out back right now and the deer are already sniffing around. In the next few weeks I need to put up something to keep them out.
They decided that eating all the leaves off trees I planted would be fun and tasty. I decided eating venison this winter would also be fun and tasty.
I contracted the fence, 6 foot chain link, 40′ X 100′ so 280 ‘ of fencing. 5 years ago, 5K, took the contractors about 4 hours. Otherwise the deer destroy everything.
Huh. Thanks. About the size I need.
That’s not in this year’s budget with inflation. I’ll probably be out there hammering T-posts.
We want to have the dust thrown in the garden, where there may even be some possible future use.
I think the garden is good place.
It’s been my refuge for the past 30 years.
I’ve long imagined stocking up liquor for my wake, but of late I’ve come to see the futility. I’m a loner, and there will be no circle of friends gathered round to drink to my memory. So I’ll drink it myself, before I go.
I’m leaving a joint account with enough left for my kids to have a remembrance catered. OTOH maybe they’ll skip that part and have their own party.
I want to be cremated and launched into space and have my ashes shot out into the universe
Hawt.
This. Toss me towards Alpha Centauri. Maybe I’ll be the first person there.
With your luck Bro will be there to claim it.
This right here was funny, JI. I strongly approve.
I figure once it starts stinking too badly someone will dispose of my corpse.
Any usable parts of our remains will be harvested first but probably most everything is worn out and the best used date has passed. I did get a nice Thank You form letter from the director at he U of M. There are some exceptions to acceptance. Can not weigh over 250 lbs, no communicable diseases and a couple more which I’ve forgotten.
I’ve been bragging that we have been accepted at the U of MN Medical School, I’m proud of that.
lol
I’d never thought of this option – something to consider.
I like this option, I will check and see what orygun does.
I would like a plaque, on the side of some building I have no connection with, saying one of my favorite Bierce quotes: Alone; in bad company.
That should keep them guessing.
Don’t get cocky Fourscore.
My grandma was in a similar program (with THE U of M) and I remember my parents giggling when she got booted from the program because they said her body was too old and decrepit (or something, can’t remember the exact details).
I think they still paid for her cremation, they just didn’t want to use her body for science.
Good reminder, 4X. I need to write this out. The assets are taken care of, but it never hurts to review/confirm, and put the damn paperwork the first place anyone would look.
Cremation for me, scatter the ashes at one of my fishing spots preferably.
Speaking of which, I’m on my way to the annual fishing trip with Pater and Bro Dean. Getting dinner in a little Mexican hole in the wall in Farmington NM. The waitress is one of the prettiest young things I have seen in a long while.
This sounds remarkably like what Mrs. TOK has asked for herself. Donate everything, and instead of doing something at a funeral home, I’m to host a large party in her honor in the back yard in the summer. I like that idea for myself as well. Some of our relatives won’t be happy, but we’ve made upsetting relatives a lifelong avocation.
Interesting thoughts 4×20. I need to check again with my folks about their details. I did a will when I enlisted 20 yrs ago and haven’t updated it since. Way overdue bit I’ve been putting it off due to being lazy – hope to update it when if/when I get back on active duty shortly.
As honorably discharged vets, many of us are entitled to free military burials with 21 gun honors, etc. I’ve been feeling inclined to the free burial at sea…but we’ll see.
That’s the route my brothers went.
My wife and I are hoping some good use can be made from the left overs. We want to go quietly, with a minimum of fanfare. No tears.
Thanks for the reminder, Fourscore. I need to update my will. It still has my ex-wife as main beneficiary.
The full name you will need for your new beneficiary is Robert Clayton Dean.
Not sure if Doxxing yourself, or a clever allusion to something I know but haven’t seen.
Regardless, what if Nick’s estate has a shitload of debt obligations? That’d be humorous.
Robert Clayton Dean is a character in the 1998 action thriller film Enemy of the State. Will Smith plays Dean, a Washington, D.C. labor lawyer and family man who becomes the target of a corrupt politician and the NSA after he accidentally receives evidence of a politically motivated crime. The NSA tries to discredit Dean by cutting off his bank account and framing him for murder. With the help of ex-intelligence agent Edward “Brill” Lyle (Gene Hackman), Dean tries to prove his innocence and expose the conspiracy. In the end, Dean is cleared of all charges and reunited with his wife
No, no, I foolishly paid off her school loans.
@R C, I looked the name up and the film came up. I haven’t seen it, but I’ve heard it’s good in its own way. Prescient in ours? I would love for it to actually be as good as Sneakers, but c’mon. Ain’t nuttin’ is.
In my Top 5. Such a presciently perfect film. Along with a perfect cast and more. *Chef’s kiss*
Whoops. That was @ Kenneth.
@Nick: *deep, resentful sigh* You and me both, bud. Went to IU Bloomington, 2005-2009. I borrowed $20k. Ill-sighted of me, I paid it off by ~2015. Um. *Raises hand* Uh. Nothing for us, yeah? Um. Huh.
I am glad our generation is too well-mannered not to burn TPTB’ property, but disdainful they’re so go-alongish. We’re watching them all chirp away with the madness. It’s dreadful to be ‘a part’ of.
the film came up. I haven’t seen it
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You get a pass.
*Taps knees*
There’s some good titanium in these babies. Make sure you recycle that when I’m done.
*Fist bump from afar*
I’ve already told my kids something similiar Nick. But for me it is titanium in my hips and gold in my mouth. Don’t waste it.
This was uniquely interesting. I didn’t really know there was a process for this. Rather, I didn’t think it would look like this. I hadn’t ever thought about it. I rather enjoy moments like that.
My wishes for my remains, which I intend to preserve for at least an Evan longer, are extensive. TLDR; I want there to be a contest to see if a group of folk can guess details of my life and how what came from what. There’d be strangers, hopefully docs, and they’d have my broken bones and skeleton to examine. Winner gets a nice whiskey and oz of weed or something. I’m an awful curious medical cat.
I do think my skeleton would be a curious one for anthropologists to figure out in the far-future. They’d immediately figure out I was intensely loved and cared for. (Didn’t purposefully mean to write something so sweet and true.)
I used to think I wanted an Irish wake (I’m not Irish). Then I wanted a Viking funeral pyre.
Now I just want someone to spread my ashes in the Boundary Waters (technically illegal).
My bee partner brought his uncle’s ashes to a lake we were at in Canada. Put them on a rock.
The wife and I still need to get down to Bodega Bay, and spread her parents across the point. (massively illegal, but fuck Newsome)
Back when I used to go to the Boundary Waters every year with a crew there was an island on Lac La Croix that we called Dead Dog Island. It was tiny and wasn’t very good for fishing but we stopped the first year we were there and found a small rock on the island that had a dog collar wrapped around it and it had two tags. One tag was the original one and it had a dog’s name on it. The other had a date on it and “Sparky – the best friend a voyageur could ever wish for”. Pretty touching.
Several years later we stopped by and the collar was there and we all toasted Sparky (I can’t remember for sure if that was the name or not). Later on that same trip we stopped by again to rest and noticed that a) the collar was gone and b) there was an empty pop can there.
To get to Lac La Croix from the US side takes a long hard day of paddling. It is also forbidden to bring in metal cans. On the other hand, the Canadian side of the lake allows motor boats and there are several outfitters who will bring in people and their canoes and drop them off.
We’re 99% sure it was some asshole Canucks who not only desecrated a special spot, but littered as well. Still pisses me off.
Detonate my body in a crowded area so I can cover everything with filth and horrify people one last time….
That must be in a film you reviewed.
My dad was cremated, but he never told us what he wanted to do with his ashes. For now he’s in the hall closet. If he were alive he would have made a joke about being in the the closet now. Anyway, my mom will be cremated too but she also hasn’t told us what she wants. Now that she’s had a stroke I’m not sure she can fully articulate her wishes. It’s a difficult conversation to have, but we should have done it while it’s possible. My grandparents are buried illegally in the Sierra, which is probably what we’ll do with my parents.
Yeah, those conversations are a wee bit rough. The “two years too soon rather than two seconds too late” conversation we had with dad was not at all fun.
I dug graves when I was younger. It required a jack hammer in the winter to get through the first 3 feet of frozen ground. Six feet down it was fairly toasty. It was good money, because who wants to dig graves in December in Minnesota?
It seemed like a waste of space to me. Hence my decision to be cremated.
My mom still maintains that cemetery. It is nearly full and it is a small town.
I genuinely don’t care about what happens to my body after. I’m partial to “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” rather than pumping my body full of preservatives and leaving it in a box in the ground for eons. Dig a shallow grave in the backyard and roll me in. If it was good enough for the dog and the cat, it’s good enough for me.
I do need to tune up the will now that we’re in a new state.
Consider writing your own obit lest someone describe you as a SJW. Also, what do you want your service to be like: what music to play, what artifacts to display (e.g. your favorite rifle), whom to officiate, whom to invite and whom isn’t welcome.
See, that isn’t my personality, I want to be left alone, even in death.
I will never die. I live on through my many Firsts.
In a million years. they will still know. My name is Brochettaward, First of Firsters; look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains.
Who?
Good article Fourscore. That’s an option I’ll have to give some thought.
This end of life song really resonates with me. One other “affair” to put in order is going out with peace of mind. It’s a pretty heavy song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Agc1gc6jqVE
When I’m Gone – 3 Doors Down
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPoioniEhrw&ab_channel=3DoorsDown-Topic
Excellent.
I’ve got a couple
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGdNuSjso3M&ab_channel=SocialDistortion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PnXts0Ni8I&ab_channel=TheWho-Topic
This is the one for me: Sleep Alone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckymeO6qWcQ
Machine Gun Kelly – play this when i’m gone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN4XXozJPz0&ab_channel=mgk
A moment of silence, but not one moment more
Afterimage…
Afterimage…
Afterimage…
Did that summon MikeS?
This song always makes me cry a little.
Appropriate song: https://youtu.be/8Vf5m1CypZw?si=ZXOcj67Uss2nXS8v
I’ll give you an appropriate song.
https://youtu.be/PPDi-AXkZRM?si=12yrfBwLAv_c8kK1
I haven’t read this series, not because FourScore isn’t a superb human being who knows what he’s talking about, but because of my own recent experiences. I had no interest in revisiting them. 2×20 is spot on when it comes to advanced planning. Figure it out, get it done, get it on paper and move on. If you have a reasonable amount of assets, set up a trust. At the very least, have a notarized will. You may think it’s overkill now, but you will thank yourself in the future.
Sorry, dude. This is tough shit.
Another thing I will suggest is involving heirs in the process. Not that it’s your problem at that point, but it’s good for them to know where things stand.
Yet another song – not the cover that was the big radio hit Back In The Day but the version sung by the writer herself.
I remember having some death anxiety when I was young because I didn’t believe in a traditional afterlife. Instead, I thought I could metaphorically gain immortality through achievement. It it took me 20+ years to realize what a fool’s errand that is. Karl Landsteiner saved many millions of lives through his discovery of blood groups. How many people learn that in school? How many schools, libraries, and hospitals are named after him? Same goes for many other unsung geniuses and other heroes.
Steven Wright said that when he dies, he wants to donate his body to science fiction. That’s basically my plan.
I like what the Capuchin monks do with their bones. Fun fact: cappuccino got its name because it is the same color as the robes of Capuchin monks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKEkJYL8d20
The story Hope For Flowers spoke to me as well. My mom introduced me to it a few years ago.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgsuiz2LSmw
I have a lot of songs to listen to tomorrow. I’m fading fast and dozing off now. The little Pudster isn’t used to working hard in hot, humid conditions yet.
Nice to see you pop in lately Tundra. It’s been a very wet spring up north, but things sure are looking good outside right now. Outside of all the rain, it’s been a beautiful spring and the flora is recovering nicely from the big drought last year.
Love it. I’ll bet it’s gorgeous. I may be back once or twice this summer, so I’ll reach out. And we need to get you out here. Your kind of place.
That sounds good. You got my email.
I really need to make a few trips out west next winter. Got one planned for Montana for sure, but also want to get to your area. I got some close relatives in the area also. Looks like some kick ass hiking spots.
Don’t Fear the Reaper
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy4HA3vUv2c
“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
― Mark Twain
Good article Fourscore.
My parents did a good job planning for the end of their lives. So when Dad had a stroke and died suddenly (he went after Mom), my sister and I had a pretty easy time.
The had a will (it was stupid simple). They had done a great job de-cluttering the house, so there wasn’t much to sort through. They had pre-paid for their funerals so all we had to do was answer some questions from the funeral guy and speak at the service.
My wife and I still need to all of that stuff.
My sister and I still haven’t gotten around to taking care of the parent’s ashes.
I think our plan is to put them in the Mississippi near Hastings (where they grew up).
The Altar Boys and i will also spread some of them out near Camel Hump Lake in North Dakota. We spent some special times there with Dad and we thought he’d like being there.
One other thing to add to this is the importance of having a living will.
When Dad contracted Gulliane-Barre and was paralyzed there was some friction with the hospital about what to do if he flat-lined. Since he didn’t have a living will the docs made my sister and I corroborate Mom’s story that he’d want a do not resuscitate in that case.
The docs weren’t jerks, they just wanted to be sure that everyone was consulted. In fairness to them, it was a such a stressful time that I might be misremembering the situation. To me it seemed like that if there was a family member who had decided that Dad would have wanted all heroic measures to be taken things could have gotten ugly.
So go fill out a form so your loved ones have one less thing to stress about.
Good article 4X20. I’ve already established with my kids to donate my body to an art department, a medical school, of even a weapons testing lab. Last resort is a military free cremation. Spend money, if you must, on a party; but otherwise don’t waste assets on a corpse. If I die in the American West the deserts and mountains can easily absorb a body and the local critters would appreciate the protein.
Got a notarized will and advanced medical directives. My daughter would pull the plug when the conditions are right.
Once upon a time I wanted to be buried with the gravestone, but the truth is no one will care. Increasingly I think there’s too much museum of the past. My stepson and MIL were both cremated and spread in the ocean. Good enough for me too.
Reminds me, I do need to visit the national cemetery.
I used to think I’d be cremated and have my widow spread little baggies of my ashes in places that we enjoyed together — St. Simons Sound, Waikiki, etc.
Now I think that maybe I’ll just bail.
Rip
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Russell_(English_actor)
I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw an ad for a coffin.
I thought “That’s the last thing I need!”
Good morning all!
Today I’m reaching back for some good-times music from Creedance Clearwater Revival
Lookin’ Out My Back Door
Share and enjoy!
TT says his grandmother loved that song. 👵
Yup, I’m old. I remember when the song was released ;-\
Meh. I posted up top. Accidentally.
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Morning.
Tablets Suck.
Nope. Convenient as can be. Very handy.
Fire 🔥 sucks.
Local news: https://www.wfmz.com/news/area/southeastern-pa/homeowners-left-to-pick-up-the-pieces-after-fire-destroys-bucks-county-home-dating-back/article_5aead246-22c5-11ef-8f55-c356bd99aba5.html
If by handy you mean all you see is the back of your hand because the interface is the display, then yes.
Touchscreens themselves are an absolute negative.
Good morning, Sean, U, and Beau!
Morning.
How goes?
Pretty good. Got payroll finalized yesterday and got a good head start on all the month-end financial reports.
Unfortunately, that means I will probably spend the better part of the day plodding through the Zoom recording of last month’s Board meeting and writing up the minutes. 😒 It’s either that or continue hauling all the stuff out of my old office and/or hauling the previous CEO’s files out of my boss’s office.
How about you?
Since the laptop decided to arrive last friday instead of saturday, I’m in the office for the rest of the week (I traded tomorrow’s remote status to be there to sign for the package).
I have too many Lavender sprouts in the pot, and I’m worried about what the crowding is going to do to the wee things (They’re too small to transplant, and I don’t have anywhere to move them to anyway)
I also plan to send you a follow-up about the trees.
🙂👍🌳🌳🌳
Time to get on the road. See y’all when I reach the office.
I subscribe to the Frank Reynolds school of body disposal…when I’m dead just throw me in the trash:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do0rpBd7cXo
Gravesites are really more for the living anyway.
That reminds me of a weird/sad too-local news story from yesterday. We’ll probably never know how or why she ended up there.
Yikes, sounds like a suicide most likely but you don’t want to die FROM the trash; that’s for after you’ve already gone.
I was going to say ‘Accident’ because that is not an easy way to go and it wouldn’t take much to think up ways it could go horribly wrong. (the chute is narrower than expected and you get stuck…)
“police spoke with Griffin two days before her death when she called them”
Could have been an awful coincidence but doubtful. Sounds like she was having a crisis but I can’t think of a worse way to go.
I saw that yesterday. Did they name the building or give an address?
I found it odd that it was omitted from the first story.
They give the address as Dayton Towers Drive, so it must be one of the high-rises (I think there are two?) right across Fifth Street from the main post office downtown.