i was at a mosque recently, which has to be the weirdest place to be dead. they just have walls of crypts stacked on top of each other like high school lockers. and just like high school, there's a cool area to have yours. of course it's much more expensive. "i think as tim's expired body slowly decomposes, he'd love to face the western sun. he always loved a sunset. of course we'll pay extra ...it's what he would have wanted." did tim actually write down "i want my lifeless body stored in a vault until the end of days. and if you can, get me one with a view ...you know, for my incredibly dead body"? if so, i hate tim, and i hope his body is particularly mistreated by
whatever manages to sneak into the vault. and clearly, judging by this photo i took while at the mosque (in the outside cemetery -- probably for those poor assholes who can't afford a crypt with a view) i saw this. you'd like to think your tombstone receives some sort of ceremony before it is installed. "quiet, everybody. here comes the tombstone" not even close. it is handled by maintenance workers in the same way as a sprinkler head. just throw them down anywhere. that's no way to treat betty d. davis. she's forever young for god's sake. but that's what she is to them - just a heavy piece of concrete to haul around during their shift. "shift's over? well, leave this crap here and let's get out of here. right there! yes. just throw all that crap on top of it. i don't care if she's going to join jesus. i'm going to join not being at work anymore."