Human composting is legal in NV now.

take back the death industry

took me some time but i finally caved and i am now watching Six Feet Under. (i think like twenty people asked me if i had either seen this show or recommeded it to me since i started working at a crematory.) of course i was immediately obsessed with it - i love how real the characters feel, and how real the depictions of grief and death, and how real these attempts at living your life while also 'burying people for a living' (although i am burning them)

but also some things are so weird to me. i am absolutely fascinated by the way these characters casually chat during the embalming process - like i have never even seen an embalmed body?! we just keep the bodies cool and they're fine. and also this one time we had a casket at the crematory, it was a whole thing because it was so heavy and it left so much ash that it did not fit into the containers we use. and i cannot even go oh horrible american funeral industry because i am definitely working for the evil capitalist organisation that attempts to turn funerals (cremations) into assembly line work. on a busy day our crematory cremates six people, hosts 5 or 6 services and 8 viewings. we have space for up to 30 bodies.

I have such strange associations with Cherry Pepsi

There was always cases of Cherry Pepsi in the walk in freezer at the crematorium. So i would be bringing in these corpses and you’d have stacks of body bags of varying sizes along the racks waiting to go into the ovens and then just four cases of Cherry Pepsi sitting on the high shelf. At first it was just kinda like yeah ok. keep that shit cold. But it was always Cherry Pepsi even after months of being there. I never saw the crematorium boys drink anything else. I finally asked why only Cherry Pepsi and the lead technician asserted that it was the only drink that mixed with the inescapable taste of death in the air well enough. I asked for a clarification if he meant masked and he did not he meant mixed. Which I mean. If you’re around corpses all day you’d know as we do that there’s a distinctly chocolatey note to the scent/air-taste of decomposition. So yeah. Cherry Pepsi.

I start my medical degree in a week and I'm so excited. I feel like I've been treading water with my career for the past 10 years and these last few years off work have helped me refocus and regroup. I know how privileged I am to be able to go back to University and do this. My focus is on death investigation nursing, once I've graduated our plan is to move country where nurses earn 40k more a year than they do here. Then eventually on to the United States when medical examiners and forensic nurses are in demand. I'm both nervous and excited to start a new career but anxious about re attending university for my second degree. It's been 12 years since I was last at university.

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

(エンディング産業展2023であったバーチャル空間から)

He is not the first person I’ve met in the death industry to make me believe you require a natural level of cheer high enough that the dip, when it comes, doesn’t scrape the bottom of your heart.

Hayley Campbell, All the Living and the Dead

More funeral home drama in Colorado.

How One Man Kept Water Cremation Illegal

every time someone makes a point to say that "Marinette doesn't wear makeup, she isn't like other girls" I want to SIGH because not only does Marinette Actually Wear Makeup in canon, it is exhausting that it is 2023 and people are still doing the "not like other girls" thing

Today in "what the entire fuck"!

This episode brings us to my father in laws burial where the geniuses at the site dumped some hardend clay on the casket and it broke.

@ ALL CRASHQUEENS AND KILLJOYS!

i've been in this fandom since 2016, so i've seen headcanons and zone culture and terminology of all kinds.

with that said , i'd like to present the official (unofficial) danger days dictionary. includes everything from zone culture, slang, battery city locations, phoenix witch, even down to bad luck beads and the dust bowl.

for the nitpickers out there, the comics are mainly discarded in this— due to how overwhelming it would be to throw in even MORE overlapping terms and such. some comic characters have been slipped into the regular timeline / universe, just for funsies and a honorary mention. don't come at me, thanks!

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