tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post114873262533370135..comments2024-03-28T15:04:32.167-05:00Comments on Althouse: The ceramicist uses human ashes.Ann Althousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630636239933008807noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-86167424764494429502012-08-29T02:11:16.621-05:002012-08-29T02:11:16.621-05:00I make urns using ashes, I think people want to be...I make urns using ashes, I think people want to be immortalized in a way by their Urns or their tomb stones. For me, this is just a way to make an eternal tribute and I find a lot of people agree.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174887087731849798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-48724371397343544542012-08-29T02:08:28.387-05:002012-08-29T02:08:28.387-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174887087731849798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148842391328236792006-05-28T13:53:00.000-05:002006-05-28T13:53:00.000-05:00That's what's called an infinite regress.I don't r...That's what's called an infinite regress.<BR/><BR/>I don't remember what I did with the plastic bag! I think I just threw it in the trash . . . plastic bags invite that kind of irreverence. If there were some ashes clinging to the inside of the plastic bag, as there would have been, well then!<BR/><BR/>I remember reading that the Anasazi people who built cliff dwellings in canyons in the Southwest buried their dead in the trash middens below the villages.ambahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12042450225428891273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148825751036898162006-05-28T09:15:00.000-05:002006-05-28T09:15:00.000-05:00Amba: I know the ashes come in a plastic bag. The ...Amba: I know the ashes come in a plastic bag. The problem I had in that situation was what do you do with the bag? You can do something you count as beautiful with the ashes themselves, but what do you do with the bag? Don't get left holding the bag. You'll have to put it in the trash, and that won't have golden glow or whatever... I guess you could burn it... and then scatter <I>those</I> ashes.Ann Althousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01630636239933008807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148789915536322112006-05-27T23:18:00.000-05:002006-05-27T23:18:00.000-05:00Nobody in my family wanted to deal with my grandmo...Nobody in my family wanted to deal with my grandmother's ashes. They were going to be thrown out, so I asked to have them sent to me. I picked them up at the post office. They weighed about as much as a newborn baby. When I got them home I discovered they were in a plastic bag, which seemed undignified. I wondered if they were really hers, or whether they just stuck a scoop in the general supply.<BR/><BR/>We decided to take them to Palm Springs, where my grandparents used to spend winters, and scatter them on Mt. San Jacinto, which loomed so beautifully over their house, and recite the psalm "I lift mine eyes unto the hills" which was a favorite of my grandfather's. On the way, though, we stopped in Chicago, where my grandmother, who was born above a stable in Chicago's Maxwell Street immigrant Jewish ghetto, had lived for many years in the Drake Hotel.<BR/><BR/>By now the whole family was getting into it, and we conceived of the hairbrained idea of sneaking some of Bah's ashes into a potted palm in the lobby of the Drake, which would have struck her as both fitting and hilarious. A little group of us -- my brother, my sister, my niece, my husband and me -- approached the Drake in tight formation, like the gang from "The Mod Squad." One look and anyone would have known we were up to something.<BR/><BR/>Once in the intimidating lobby, my husband then yielded to an irresistible urge: he walked straight up to the concierge and said in a loud voice, "WHERE'S YOUR MAIN FLOWERPOT?" while the rest of us died a thousand deaths.<BR/><BR/>Even funnier than that, though was the concierge's reaction: he didn't bat an eye or miss a beat! He just waved a hand jadedly in the direction of a large floral display and said nasally, "It's that one over there," like some seen-it-all character in a Bemelmans book.<BR/><BR/>The rest was anticlimactic. We did leave some of my grandmother's ashes in a potted palm in the Palm Court bar, and we took the rest of them, still in their plastic bag, up Mt. San Jacinto, where I scattered them to the wind. The ashes were so light, they hovered in the air for a moment and caught the sunlight, making a golden apparition. It's a good way to go.ambahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12042450225428891273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148760844525858032006-05-27T15:14:00.000-05:002006-05-27T15:14:00.000-05:00Professor A: Why is it gauche to call them "crema...Professor A: Why is it gauche to call them "cremains"?<BR/><BR/>Catholics require interment and not scattering. We have little shelves, with little urn markers, called a columbarium [come and bury 'em]. That, or a grave, are appropriate places for Catholic ashes.<BR/><BR/>Hey! Wouldn't it be funny if my ashes were used the next year on Ash Wednesday??Ruth Anne Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01936054116421006847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148757445554747182006-05-27T14:17:00.000-05:002006-05-27T14:17:00.000-05:00One, I would like a chamberpot made from the ashes...One, I would like a <I>chamberpot</I> made from the ashes of certain people I loathe... it seems so obvious!<BR/><BR/>Two, I read there were making diamonds with hairs from Beethoven in them...Ronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08791314877257904422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148749366714743792006-05-27T12:02:00.000-05:002006-05-27T12:02:00.000-05:00You can also have the ashes of your loved one/s pr...You can also have the ashes of your loved one/s <A HREF="http://www.google.com/search?hs=yHM&hl=en&lr=&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial_s&q=ashes+pressed+diamond&btnG=Search" REL="nofollow">pressed in to a diamond</A>. Puts a whole new spin on "the family jewels".chuck b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00882763861745236443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148745365378639242006-05-27T10:56:00.000-05:002006-05-27T10:56:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.SippicanCottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148738018002662072006-05-27T08:53:00.000-05:002006-05-27T08:53:00.000-05:00Fixed.Fixed.Ann Althousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01630636239933008807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148734419880237942006-05-27T07:53:00.000-05:002006-05-27T07:53:00.000-05:00One of the Alfred Hitchcock TV plots involved exac...One of the Alfred Hitchcock TV plots involved exactly that. The murderer had a kiln in which he (or she, I can't recall) creamated the victim, after which the remains were mixed with clay and made into an ornamental pot for the entry hall! <BR/><BR/>In the afterward, Hitch said it looked like the perfect crime until a careless maid accidentally broke the pot while dusting, and noticed an odd-looking piece of something among the broken pieces. Turns out it was a tooth which survived the creamation and was the forensic link leading to the potter/killer's downfall.Hootshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01108363655472450828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1148733823201138642006-05-27T07:43:00.000-05:002006-05-27T07:43:00.000-05:00How would you feel about your loved one being refo...<I>How would you feel about your loved one being reformed into pottery?</I><BR/><BR/>Reincarnation? Claymation?<BR/><BR/>But seriously........we all have feet of clay......bearbeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04770545814913465196noreply@blogger.com