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I just poured a persons life all over me hands!
So i was raking through a box i got a while back at auction ( i think I bought it as it has some good bibles amongst other things in it) and there was a stone ware pot so naturally i tipped it upside down hoping for good maker and it was full of ashes (bone fragments like coarse sand) and it went all over my hands :umm2: and now there will be fine prticles in the air in my office.
Anyroad i mostly deal in dead peoples stuff but i think that is the first time the actual person was present at the time https://www.everplans.com/sites/defa...?itok=neGgPNP6 |
OMG, scatter them somewhere peaceful :sad:
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That's cat litter.
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Not LT claiming he "found" the TL like that whilst clearing out the woodburner. :worry:
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Now i am coughing due to bone dust
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You have very manly hands lt.
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But the question is. Did you pour it all over your hands whilst singing "Happy birthday?"
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Yes could well be. |
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and could the cat be so accurate? |
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so there goes the cat litter theory
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get that shagged
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Now get into self isolation immediately:joker: |
Patient zero for the bone-a-virus.
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LT to become possessed by an old Victorian lady?
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Scarborough harbour would be nice .. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk Pro |
If they’re dead how can you pour their life on your hands :think:
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Did you know your ashes weigh the same as your birth weight?
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say a prayer when you scatter LT, I know you want too :laugh: |
There is nothing there only only a pile of ash and bone, might aswell be chicken bones.
We hold on to the idea that it’s a person when it’s just a by product of death. |
A few months back I was asked to dig a hole for a tree and the persons ashes was put in a box in the hole with lots of photos.
Two women crying their hearts out while I was doing it. |
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we will all be nothing more than a few ashes soon....
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. (emily dickenson) |
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An interesting factoid! |
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** Bet I'm, not the only person who has spent the last 10 mins googling if your ashes weigh the same as your birth weight**
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