Righting the Ship
So, I'm reading the newspaper today, and there's a story on page 2 about the ongoing clean-up at the World Trade Center site (heretofore known as "Ground Zero" - which I can no longer call my bedroom). The big problem, it seems, is that they are still digging up remains of the victims. Small pieces of bone and other such unidentifiable fragments of human remains.
What aroused my interest was that the city has come under some scrutiny for doing what many refer to as a half-assed job of cleaning and recovering in the wake of the attacks. What fascinates me about such things is that we (the collective "we") are so hung up on this closure thing, when it comes to bodies and whatnot.
What I don't get is - why does it matter so much to us? Will finding a bone fragment or some other mutiliated body part bring some sense of completion to what we already knew was a foregone conclusion?What aroused my interest was that the city has come under some scrutiny for doing what many refer to as a half-assed job of cleaning and recovering in the wake of the attacks. What fascinates me about such things is that we (the collective "we") are so hung up on this closure thing, when it comes to bodies and whatnot.
Burial and recovery are such high priority issues to some, but I don't get it. If an airplane explodes or a building falls on me, does it salve the feelings of my family if they find some small pulverized fragment of my body? Some say it does, but it says here that I really don't need you to go to all the trouble.
Deputy Mayor Ed Skyler said officials had identified additional manholes and utility cavities at the Lower Manhattan site that needed to be examined. About five have been excavated, and the searchers expect to burrow into 12 more subterranean areas in coming days.
"They will go through every grain, every piece of material carefully, and sift through it," Skyler said.
"They will go through every grain, every piece of material carefully, and sift through it," Skyler said.
Why?
For the record, you won't need to bury me. Just burn my dead ass and blow my ashes over the water. Cold, I know, but life goes on ... for some.
For the record, you won't need to bury me. Just burn my dead ass and blow my ashes over the water. Cold, I know, but life goes on ... for some.

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Then I also see your point that by now we know their not coming back and a little sliver of bone that can't even be identfied as anyones isn't going to change that, if anythng it will only serve to bring back all the pain of losing them.
When I am done with this body, I will have no use for in the future.
i dont care what they do with me when i die. i just dont want young kids digging me up trying to have sex with me. [did you read that story? gross!] honey said once i've been known lay there like a cold dead fish**-i imagine in death it would be same.
**for the record he hasn't said that in a while-the whole "ok so you're not getting any ever again" really made him think long and hard about choosing his words wisely.
rattlin: I'm not sure about the trash bag. You'd have to go back in the archives to see how I feel about them!
Katie: I know, but it just seems like such a waste of time.
I want to be cremated. I think burial is a waste of good land and I'd just be dug up in 100 years for some strip mall or housing development anyway.
I also want to open a paint your own urn business with my friend. ;)
I'd paint mine up to look like an incinerator.