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The things you learn on the Internet!

For instance, I never knew that tights (aka pantyhose) first became available on sale in US department stores in the year in which I was born. Fancy that! Think how my life would have gone if they'd never caught on...we'd all still be wearing girdles!

Speaking of life, why don't I take

The Ultimate Death Survey

What do you think happens after you die? My body will decompose, and the atoms and molecules out of which I am made will disperse and reassemble somewhere else into something else.

Do you believe in heaven? Not really, but I like the idea of an afterlife.

Do you believe in hell? No - even though, as a Catholic, I ought to.

Do you think you will be judged after you die? Rationally: no -- but from a religious point of view...I don't know. I live my life as if I might be called to answer for it one day...

How many people would attend your funeral? Lots, I hope.

Would you rather that people cry or laugh at your funeral? Fond, wistful little smiles, anyone?

What's better? A shot in the head or downing pills? Tough one. A shot in the head leaves an awful mess, but downing pills would imply a suicide...and I'd never kill myself.

What should be written on your tombstone? I'm going to be cremated, so: no headstone.

Would you rather die childless or divorced? I have no preference for either state, so it really doesn't matter.

Do you want to die in the morning, afternoon, or night? Hm...the morning, I think. Go out with the dawn chorus.

If you had a million dollars to leave, who would you leave it to? Cancer research. It's not going to happen, though.

What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral? My favourites: sunflowers and daffodils.

On your deathbed, which moment will you most remember? I won't know until I'm there, will I?

Have you ever watched someone die? Yes, my maternal grandmother. I was 4 and don't remember it all that much; just that we were all gathered around her bed when she breathed her last.

What's the most gruesome death you can imagine? Burning. Ever since I caught a glimpse of the charred remains of a neighbour as a 7 year old, I have dreaded the thought of ever dying in the same way.

How often do you think about death? Hardly ever; only when someone I know snuffs it, really.

Is fear of dying your number one fear? No. I'm not afraid of dying at all.

Do you believe in reincarnation? No. But it's an attractive idea. I want to come back as somebody's much loved and pampered cat.

Have you ever wished someone you loved were dead? Never.

Do you consider life short or long? I consider it just long enough.

Do you think you have a soul? Strangely: yes. But I'm not certain I'm not confusing it with my mind or my consciousness.

Assisted suicide for a terminally ill person is: something that we call 'euthanasia'.

If you were cremated, where would you like your ashes? In a nice urn in a colombarium. For Godsake, don't let anyone take me home to put me on the mantlepiece!

Would you choose to be immortal, if you could be? Only if it came with eternal youth and perpetual good health.

Take The Ultimate Death Survey

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( 10 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Aug. 12th, 2004 04:24 am (UTC)
That was cheery.
Aug. 12th, 2004 04:31 am (UTC)
Yes, wasn't it?

Well, what else could you expect, when I'm in this funny kind of mood, caused by the deluge of e-mails requesting I make 'business-critical' changes to the database design I've been working on for the last 2 months, that up until this morning they thought was great, and now with my deadline for going into productions looming for tomorrow at 5, they want me to totally re-arrange it?
Aug. 12th, 2004 04:54 am (UTC)
Sounds about right. Funny there was the exact same discussion in our office this morning!
Aug. 12th, 2004 07:58 am (UTC)
we'd all still be wearing girdles!

Nuh uh. Garter belts. Sexy, fewer yeast infections, more cost effective (one stocking rips, you only throw one away, not the pair).

I miss the old days.

Aug. 13th, 2004 12:07 am (UTC)
Garter belts. Sexy, fewer yeast infections, more cost effective

There is that, of course...although I've always thought that the yeast infections were a bit of an urban legend: I've been wearing tights half my life and I've certainly never had one...

I remember that as a little girl, I was fascinated by my Mum's underwear -- when she got dressed in the morning, she seemed to take more and more shape with each item of clothing she put on. Bra, girdle, stockings, slip or petticoats; all those hooks and invisible seams....by the time I was old enough for any of these things though, exept for the bra, they'd all disappeared. A pity, in a way: it must have been so much easier to maintain a good figure with the help of a corset or girdle or two!
Aug. 12th, 2004 07:56 pm (UTC)
What is the world is your new wallpaper of?

Re: reincarnation, I'd like to come back as one of your cats, (or one of my own, if I'd be permitted to "parent" myself.)

Nice thought-provoking meme.
Aug. 13th, 2004 12:49 am (UTC)
What is the world is your new wallpaper of?

A marzipan rose; you know, the kind they put on wedding cakes. I got tired of James, and this picture just happened to be the right colour scheme for my journal.

Re: reincarnation, I'd like to come back as one of your cats

And you're very welcome to, although I do hope you're not going to reincarnate any time soon...and I don't mean that the way it might sound (you know what I mean)!

As for the little devils: Clio and Manasse continue to wage war, and no plant or knick-knack's safe. The other night, they brought the curtains down in the bedroom. I put them back up but the rail is bent and the whole arrangement looks decidedly askew. My boy is 5 months old now, and almost as big as she is -Clio's on the smallish side- but no match for her in fierceness or the capacity for holding grudges. Leila, who adopted Manasse almost as soon as I brought him home, looks at all the frenetic activity going on around her with a bemused expression on her face -- I swear she'd cock an eyebrow if she could!
Aug. 13th, 2004 03:22 am (UTC)
Heh. That's mighty cute. Frank is pushing for a kitten since we lost Andy, but I don't know if I want to go through the curtain-climbing stage once more. I figure everyone wants a kitten (for the homeless ones, ya know) and there're plenty of sedate adults that most people wouldn't want. (Not that Manasse doesn't sound adorable!)
Aug. 13th, 2004 06:18 am (UTC)
(Not that Manasse doesn't sound adorable!)

Oh, he is, the little tyke! He's already sussed which side his bread is buttered and isn't above some major sucking up to the bosswoman these days. It's so cute, because it's so blatantly obvious he has ulterior motives when he comes up to you, leans against your legs for a while, and then belatedly realises he's forgotten to put his purr on...again.

I've only ever had cats that I've reared from the kitten stage, but I agree with you that there are a lot of homeless adult cats who deserve a chance at happiness (or a roof over their heads) as well. My dad and my sister have always get their cats from the animal shelter, and are quite happy with their older moggies who don't seem to have the wrecking ball gene mine are burdened with.
Aug. 13th, 2004 05:38 pm (UTC)
I am currently browsing the shelter pages, looking for declawed adults. I subscribe to the "get the homeliest cat there--they make the best pets" school of thought, but getting one already declawed is a sop to my wanting to keep my furnishings nice, too.

I love it when you post pics of your family. When I get my PC to "see" my digital camera and upload, I'll post, too.
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