When you tell a story from your childhood you think will get a huge laugh, only to be met with a room full of horrified and concerned faces.
Rebecca_Corndogs
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In a now deleted tweet, weirdo Azealia Banks shares that "fucking 14 year old girls was really only made a social taboo in the 1990s"
I am a mortician. I have received the deceased's brain in an unlabeled box before. The context was a suicide by gunshot to the head while sitting in his car. The cops called to let us know they were "clearing the scene" and found "additional brain matter". It ended up being about a quarter of his brain, and a large chunk of skull. I placed the brain in his chest cavity with the rest of his organs (post autopsy, the organs come in a bag that's sewn into the cavity after the embalming). I used the skull fragments rebuilding his head.
If the package had arrived after he was sewn up, it would have been a lot trickier to deal with. I would probably have placed the box in the casket right before it was closed for the final time, so it could be buried with him. If it arrived after the burial....damn. I guess I would ask their permission to cremate it free of charge, and either return the ashes to them, or scatter them by the grave? That would suck.
There is no scenario where I would ever ever ever hand something like that to the family. I don't even give them back bloodstained clothing. I'll let them know it's soiled, and if they want it back, I wash it well first. Our whole job is to try and help people who are grieving, and to protect them from unnecessary trauma.
Whoever gave this family that box needs to get out of the field, and go do something that doesn't deal with people.
Oh! I know this one! I grew up with an alcoholic narcissist. This is the part where the drunk rants for hours about how unfair the world is and how they're the real victim.
You're not special. You sound exactly like every other "functional" alcoholic right before they end up on the news for killing a mother of two, with a sad faced mugshot, lip poked out like they're the one who got hurt.
But hey, what would I know? I’m just a funeral director. It’s not like I have to deal with the aftermath of people like you, right?
And you're right—it’s totally unfair to expect you not to drive your drunk ass home. It’s not like you could drink at home, or get a ride, or call an Uber, no! You have to drink and drive. Anything else would be unreasonable.
I don't know, it's probably just me being the least fun at parties, but I was pretty shocked that people thought The Purge concept seemed fun/exciting. it would get unfathomably dark when you think about what kind of monsters are out there. Is someone going to go make sure someone doesn't kill every kitten in the animal shelter? Not to mention crimes against children. Most of those cases are people in the same household. Are you going to go out with a gun to make sure Father Bad-Touch doesn't go crazy in the orphanage once a year?
I haven't watched the movies, so I don't know if they address that or not. I'm guessing not, because who would want to watch that?
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Silence of the Lambs.
It's my favorite movie. So well done. Every set is a work of art, with so many tiny details added. Pause at any point when it's panning through Buffalo Bill's basement, and you can see a dozen different things that tell you about him.
All of the scenes lead into each other perfectly. Hannibal tells her Bill is probably on the hunt for his next victim, then it cuts to Catherine Martin driving home, singing to the radio and loving her life.
The scenes where people are "studying" each other has the actors looking directly into the camera, so you feel the discomfort of being stared at.
Clarice spends most of the movie being towered over or being fixated on my intimidating men. You can really see it impacting her as she tries not to show it.
I have to make myself shut up when I watch it with someone new, because I have something to say about every frame of the movie. 10/10