Three Hundred Piles of Remains – The Weird Side of the Internet

Three Hundred Piles of Remains – The Weird Side of the Internet – by Liam Sweeny.

Something funny has occurred to me, buried in the macabre tale to flow. And so maybe we’ll start there. On the outskirts of Las Vegas, an area was found with three hundred mounds. And in those mounds were remains. Now you see the macabre, right? Some dusty desert landscape strewn about with the Vegas dead, the bottom dregs of the casino set running afoul of the wrong man. But this, sadly, isn’t that. Or happily, depending on your bent. Sadly and happily, the remains contained shards of urns, which tells us that the crime is less murder and more littering.

So some funeral home was dumping ashes, bone splinters, even burnt flesh out where they didn’t think anyone would find.

See, I’m conflicted on this issue. If it was my remains, would I care? Well if I was still tied to the earth by my remains, that’s a whole different ‘suck’ issue. So no, I don’t care. But I get it, families and what not. I’d probably be pissed if my father wasn’t in his urn. But to be completely hnest with you, if my dad’s remains were just beach dirt, how would I know? It’s not like I open up the urn to play with pops once in a while.

The burnt, charred flesh, that bothers me though. Once I’m dust, I’m dust, but you gotta finish getting me there all the way. I don’t want my hamstring edible and tasty with barbecue sauce. They really didn’t give a rotten fig. What, did their furnace break, or was that just the scrapings? Is there steel woll embedded in Uncle Charlies side?

Do I think these are scumbags that should be locked up? Yes. It just reminds me of how my generation and younger are so checked out that we don’t really care what happens to us when we die. We’re just happy for the nap.

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