Not talking about obvious things like crime.
I mean things that people just accept as part of life.
Things everyone does, but when you really think about it, it actually makes no sense.
Not talking about obvious things like crime.
I mean things that people just accept as part of life.
Things everyone does, but when you really think about it, it actually makes no sense.
Embalming our dead loved ones and burying them in a sealed box.
Seeing my grandmother’s stinking of preservative with visible stitching holding her mouth shut did not bring me peace or closure.
Compost my dead body, I promise you I will not miss it.
Agreed. When I die, I want nature to feed on me as I has fed on it. Ideally I’d be buried with a bunch of nuts and seeds, and maybe a tree will use me as a nutrient source, but that’s gonna be a gamble and hard to ensure happens, so instead I’ll settle with being buried with a bunch of maggots and fungal spores.
Funeral traditions are one of those things people rarely question.
But when you actually see it up close it can feel very unsettling.