ANOTHER box of cremated remains?

Well, what did you expect? Something picturesque? Predictable? A little Andrew Wyethesque? Ah yes, me too. But what do we get? Still life with rat traps and gel titty on the silver chest. Just when you think life isn't rich, you see something like this and realize it is.

1) Gel boob from the flea market in South Carolina. Can you believe the bargain of it costing a single dollar? Oh, life. Yes, rich.

2) Unrelated to 1). So, I reflect on death sometimes. Not in an I'd-like-to-try-it way but in a well, isn't-that-a-curious-topic kind of way. My mother's favorite game from time to time when I was younger was "Who are your pall bearers?" I still think about that when evaluating friends. You're a pall bearer - you're in. A mere funeral attendee - you're out. Like that. But now, this doesn't really jive with my wish to be cremated. I have refined my cremation wishes and they go something like this (very strict)... and my new idea allows everyone I love to be a pall bearer - of sorts.
Would like a funeral but more like a party. Hope people will feel free to wear wild clothes, dye their hair pink, and don platforms of all metallic varieties. (What, you say? This sounds like a circus freakshow? To that I say, So?) Then cremation. If you don't think about what it is, it actually is an almost yummy word. Mmm. Creamy. Creamation. Like making ice cream out of anything. Animation from cream. Yes, please. So, second feature of life after lulicious - and I realize this is a bit well, thinking outside the box. Forget sprinkling my ashes somewhere scenic. Forget tears and speeches and mournful tunes. Forget propriety. Just creamate me (not cremate. puh-lease!) and sprinkle a little bit of my ashes in a delicious recipe. Cupcakes. Rice krispies treats. Cookies. Meringues (I would look so good in that.) Fluffy, sugary concoctions with gobs of pastel frosting, silver balls, sprinkles, jimmies, powdered sugar. Distribute to loved ones. Serve with milk. And champagne.

And yes, I know this entry had precious little (okay, okay NONE) to do with the photo. To that I also say, So?

Thought/ retort of the day: So?