sixtyandaquarter
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There are thousands and thousands of cemeteries and graveyards scattered around the world, and thousands more burial plots. Some of us live in regions where housing is substandard as far as living space and affordability is concerned. Some of us may even be on, or know someone who is on, an organ donor list who may or may not risk waiting months or even years at a chance of being healthy. Others are restrained at attempts to examine and research the possibilities of study involving corpse identification, particularly when a corpse has been shredded or left to extreme elements for too long, as well as research into illness after illness. Why?
Some can point the finger to a supposed superstitious and barbaric ideology involving the ceremonies of laying the dead to rest. Particularly in the ground.
Where I live, there's at least 10 cemeteries on this island alone. The southern region has lots of land, and is a bit ritzy compared to my end. My end is over crowded. Houses, averaged size houses at that are being torn down and replaced by two, three, and in some cases four small subsized houses. Imagine a normal house, big enough for a swing set (you know with the swings, the slide, that little tiny tinker toy looking cheap thing), a barbecue, and an area to sit and hang out. That's being torn down, and three houses could be put up, where you can leap from window to window their so close. You can share salt by throwing the shaker without fear of it spilling. Yet we have 10 cemeteries, some of them no longer functioning in a good chunk. One in particular is overgrown in one area, you can not access it by normal means (it's like hiking in an overly dense forest), and is about 40% of an 100+ acre plot. Roughly 40 acres of complete worthlessness.
Thousands of people are awaiting the chance to even be placed on a list for organ donations and transplants from postmortem cadavers. Yet, thousands more are buried whole, in the ground, while others continue to be crippled and worse thousands grow ill and die.
There are groups of researchers trying to use cadavers in fields to study decay. Sometimes splitting the corpse up, in hopes of collecting data that would somehow help in body identification in case of yet another large scale disaster such as an earthquake, another 9/11, even a Katrina level catastrophe. Tsunamis, etc. Bodies placed in water, in extreme heat, in mud - studying the effects of decay in hopes of finding ways to identify the remains at various intervals of time. Likewise others are making attempts at studying the deceased in measures to aid in illnesses such as types of cancers. Yet, they all need one thing. A fresh corpse. Any corpse could help in such research, and thousands are placed in the ground, untouched. Unstudied. Uneventful and unhelpful.
I could make jokes. I really could, involving how if you really wanted to save the chickens and cows put to slaughter - we have a near endless food supply right here. People do taste like chicken - remember that. But outside of that one bad joke, there's a serious topic here.
We continue to identify the dead as a living person, we spend thousands and hundreds and thousands of dollars on pine boxes with cushions, and little nice embroidery. We spend hundreds and thousands on stone markers. Hell I don't even remember what my Uncle's looks like, let alone my sister (who honestly did die before I was born, but my mother had me go up there), and even friends who have died - I have no clue what it looked like. I've been there. I saw it. I can't remember. Maybe I'm fucked up?
Maybe I just have a different sensibility. In the face of tragedy, a disaster where hundreds - shit even dozens of people might've died, or are lost, excavation of remains is an extremely tedious thing. Identifying remains, is difficult at many instances. I'd rather identify the remains of one person, than go rotting in the ground, I'd rather let someone else have my heart and live another 8 months than rot in the ground, and I'd rather never be in a cemetery if it meant having 4 kids share one bedroom.
I mean really, sometimes there's not even a body in the damn pine box - bricks or some other substitute has been used. Cremations, a good chunk are actually turned to ash then buried, etc.
Is the need, mostly religious and/or superstitious, is it really that important?
I never saw the point of putting acres of land aside, so that in one maybe two - three if you were really nice and met your grandchildren, maybe four... after that I don't see the point of putting so many acres aside so that in X amount of generations later, you'll be forgotten. No one will miss you. No one will care. You'll be another white marble stone marker, or whatever is used, and nothing else. An eyesore to those who live near by, and for those driving by.
(don't forget most people don't actually like driving by or walking near cemeteries and/or graveyards).
Some can point the finger to a supposed superstitious and barbaric ideology involving the ceremonies of laying the dead to rest. Particularly in the ground.
Where I live, there's at least 10 cemeteries on this island alone. The southern region has lots of land, and is a bit ritzy compared to my end. My end is over crowded. Houses, averaged size houses at that are being torn down and replaced by two, three, and in some cases four small subsized houses. Imagine a normal house, big enough for a swing set (you know with the swings, the slide, that little tiny tinker toy looking cheap thing), a barbecue, and an area to sit and hang out. That's being torn down, and three houses could be put up, where you can leap from window to window their so close. You can share salt by throwing the shaker without fear of it spilling. Yet we have 10 cemeteries, some of them no longer functioning in a good chunk. One in particular is overgrown in one area, you can not access it by normal means (it's like hiking in an overly dense forest), and is about 40% of an 100+ acre plot. Roughly 40 acres of complete worthlessness.
Thousands of people are awaiting the chance to even be placed on a list for organ donations and transplants from postmortem cadavers. Yet, thousands more are buried whole, in the ground, while others continue to be crippled and worse thousands grow ill and die.
There are groups of researchers trying to use cadavers in fields to study decay. Sometimes splitting the corpse up, in hopes of collecting data that would somehow help in body identification in case of yet another large scale disaster such as an earthquake, another 9/11, even a Katrina level catastrophe. Tsunamis, etc. Bodies placed in water, in extreme heat, in mud - studying the effects of decay in hopes of finding ways to identify the remains at various intervals of time. Likewise others are making attempts at studying the deceased in measures to aid in illnesses such as types of cancers. Yet, they all need one thing. A fresh corpse. Any corpse could help in such research, and thousands are placed in the ground, untouched. Unstudied. Uneventful and unhelpful.
I could make jokes. I really could, involving how if you really wanted to save the chickens and cows put to slaughter - we have a near endless food supply right here. People do taste like chicken - remember that. But outside of that one bad joke, there's a serious topic here.
We continue to identify the dead as a living person, we spend thousands and hundreds and thousands of dollars on pine boxes with cushions, and little nice embroidery. We spend hundreds and thousands on stone markers. Hell I don't even remember what my Uncle's looks like, let alone my sister (who honestly did die before I was born, but my mother had me go up there), and even friends who have died - I have no clue what it looked like. I've been there. I saw it. I can't remember. Maybe I'm fucked up?
Maybe I just have a different sensibility. In the face of tragedy, a disaster where hundreds - shit even dozens of people might've died, or are lost, excavation of remains is an extremely tedious thing. Identifying remains, is difficult at many instances. I'd rather identify the remains of one person, than go rotting in the ground, I'd rather let someone else have my heart and live another 8 months than rot in the ground, and I'd rather never be in a cemetery if it meant having 4 kids share one bedroom.
I mean really, sometimes there's not even a body in the damn pine box - bricks or some other substitute has been used. Cremations, a good chunk are actually turned to ash then buried, etc.
Is the need, mostly religious and/or superstitious, is it really that important?
I never saw the point of putting acres of land aside, so that in one maybe two - three if you were really nice and met your grandchildren, maybe four... after that I don't see the point of putting so many acres aside so that in X amount of generations later, you'll be forgotten. No one will miss you. No one will care. You'll be another white marble stone marker, or whatever is used, and nothing else. An eyesore to those who live near by, and for those driving by.
(don't forget most people don't actually like driving by or walking near cemeteries and/or graveyards).