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RE: Monday Oils, and Video of Me Packing Heat
An aerial burial is an interesting idea, but I think I’d run into problems with that, although I suspect the farmers and shepherds simply toss the dead sheep aside and leave them there; the dachshund regularly turns up with a piece of sheep. It’s difficult to burn, by the way.
I couldn’t get the oldest dog into the ground. It turned into a very shallow pit, so he’s buried half above ground, like in a dolmen. In any case, the body has been left in peace. I think I’ll do the same with the dog who’s now the oldest – using stones and roof tiles I no longer need. If it’s a matter of being eaten away and letting nature take its course, that will happen anyway.
Oh that’s a higher level of after-death coping. I’m skittish with the dead. And I guess a bad idea for you, with the local dogs and all, who’d be fighting over your fingers and toes. I still intend on dying right. I’ve mentioned it before, but if I’m still as brave on November 27, 2054, as I pretend to be now, I’m going into the woods with my father’s 120 proof bourbon, building a fire, drinking until I pass out, and never waking. It’s just got to get cold enough that night for the hypothermia. Then the coyotes can have my toes!