_Age of Deer_, composting
Mar. 31st, 2024 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutLittle bit of a content warning here — this is about deer bodies and composting.
After a detailed description of the bins, the sawdust and the lack of smell, the author describes seeing inside the bin some deer and a dog. “We hadn’t discussed road-killed pets at all, and I imagined he worried that if I was a dog lover, seeing it here might turn me off the system he promotes. But what I found sobering about this wasn’t the idea of compost.”
I will note that when I first heard about composting bodies, I was like, that’s what I want when I die. R. was super upset and didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t bring it up a ton, but if you are around when I am no longer, and you can remind people, that’s what I want. Also, in Becky Chambers’ Record of a Spaceborn Few, one of the most powerful sections of the book involves how they handle death and bodies. So I am absolutely _here_ for composting human people just like animal people. Circle of life. Etc.
“What hit me was the ignominy of the deaths,, and the fact that living beings are transformed into garbage — their bodies seen as a troublesome, unwanted sort of material. It was the difference between the technical way of treating these deaths and the reverential way we believe we should handle human bodies.”
So, I definitely do _not_ want anyone looking at my body after I am no longer and thinking, well, we’ll use this part for this purpose, and that part for another purpose. Yes, I signed the organ donation thing on my license so up to a point, sure, but I don’t want anyone upholstering anything with a part of me. I’d rather it be composted. The author has been pretty fascinated at the many cultural uses to which deer parts have been put. But she kinda gets hung up on the composting thing.
*shrug*
To each their own; some things I am never going to understand.
After a detailed description of the bins, the sawdust and the lack of smell, the author describes seeing inside the bin some deer and a dog. “We hadn’t discussed road-killed pets at all, and I imagined he worried that if I was a dog lover, seeing it here might turn me off the system he promotes. But what I found sobering about this wasn’t the idea of compost.”
I will note that when I first heard about composting bodies, I was like, that’s what I want when I die. R. was super upset and didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t bring it up a ton, but if you are around when I am no longer, and you can remind people, that’s what I want. Also, in Becky Chambers’ Record of a Spaceborn Few, one of the most powerful sections of the book involves how they handle death and bodies. So I am absolutely _here_ for composting human people just like animal people. Circle of life. Etc.
“What hit me was the ignominy of the deaths,, and the fact that living beings are transformed into garbage — their bodies seen as a troublesome, unwanted sort of material. It was the difference between the technical way of treating these deaths and the reverential way we believe we should handle human bodies.”
So, I definitely do _not_ want anyone looking at my body after I am no longer and thinking, well, we’ll use this part for this purpose, and that part for another purpose. Yes, I signed the organ donation thing on my license so up to a point, sure, but I don’t want anyone upholstering anything with a part of me. I’d rather it be composted. The author has been pretty fascinated at the many cultural uses to which deer parts have been put. But she kinda gets hung up on the composting thing.
*shrug*
To each their own; some things I am never going to understand.