MORTAL THOUGHTS

No posts lately because the only thing on my mind is organising a freaking wedding and frankly, I'm not sure just how interesting my musings on that particular subject can be.

An interesting side effect of my obsession is directly related to my daily struggle to get through a day without causing grievous bodily harm to my personage. No word of lie, I have an awful propensity to injury, great or small, and have basically entered a low risk lifestyle this week after almost breaking my ankle in a poorly judged dance move at my hen's party. By low risk I mean, no dancing, no sport, no stairs, no running with scissors, wrestling sharks, filming stingrays and most importantly NO BOOZE.

Did anyone see "Look Both Ways" last year? I'm basically treading the same ground as Justine Clarke's character Meryl in that film. Every corner I turn holds vision of calamitous death via falling safes or horrific road accidents. I envisage slicing appendages in freak carrot dicing incidents and take a deep breath every time I step out of the shower in case I fall and have to try and drag my mangled body to the phone for ambulance assistance.

However, these morbid visions of death have helped in some regard. I have been lucky enough to stumble on my preferred means of interment. A Swedish company Promessa, will freeze dry you body in liquid nitrogen and collapse it with high frequency vibrations, creating a powder that is sealed in a organic coffin made of cornstarch. This package will then decompose over 6 to 12 months. (EDIT: I'm not sure exactly where this link came from. It may have been Boing Boing)

So if my anxiety riddled self does do the unthinkable and shuffles off it's mortal coil while attempting a rather trying Jazz Ballet move before September 16, you can be sure that instructions for a call to Sweden have been duly placed.
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