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More than likely- grandad did it. :)
naw- I bet she had some fear about this happening. Somewhere along the line, whether somebody said something, or she saw something on the internet about coffins being a hot theft item, perhaps even a tv show plot, or something, planted a seed of concern in her brain. She had a fear. Someone could have stolen her kid's coffin, leaving her kid wet and cold beneath the earth. Never mind the coffin wasn't heated, so the complaint should have been simply "wet", or, "damn, it used to be just cold in here, but now I'm cold AND wet...and dirty..." , the fear was there, and wet and cold would have been the complaints. Good thing I'm not buried, because I'd complain about everything. "Damn maggots eating my brain... Can't scratch my back... I'm hungry... Dark in here..." I'd be someone else's worse nightmare. They'd dig me up and kill me again to shut me up. But enough about me. She worried. Over time, it festered and grew, reflected in the ever worsening spiral nightmares, until action was required to fix it, and it confirmed her worst fear. |
fancy burials are for the ones alive, the dead don't know
stick me in a recycled amazon box and incinerate the box with me in it. |
In my lawyer days, I once handled a case involving crematoriums and improper handling of corpses. To some people in the funeral trade, the body of your loved one is nothing at all.
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It is just money. |
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Slimeballs in every area of life. These dirtballs are only exceeded by those who steal from churches & the infirm. If I were a believer, I would expect that a "special" corner of hell is reserved for them. |
My father was a French polisher by trade. He was also an accomplished wood carver. Worked at a funeral home and actually made caskets for some time. He'd finish his caskets to perfection. If he made a casket for a child, he would hand carve their name into the wood. He would also carve the child's favorite animal into the lid. He always said back then that grave robbers were alive and well. He said they would generally pick Italian graves, as the women were often buried with all their jewellery. So not surprised by this at all.
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A lot of graves in the Catholic section, West Terrace cemetery were robbed back in the 70s and 80s. |
One of my buddies grew up in a house next door to a family owned funeral home, much like the HBO series 6 feet under. Of course it was not nearly as nuts as the TV show. He was over there all the time since he was the same age as one of the sons of the funeral family.
My buddies first job was driving a hearse and picking up bodies to bring back to the funeral home. He said at first it was creepy, then it became just a job. |
This is a nice case of an unquantifiable reality...
A lot of supposition on this one from the peanut gallery. The theft is another matter...File a police report and see an attorney to sue everyone in sight.. go to the media on this one.. create a bigger stink than a dead body rotting n the noon day sun. fk em.. |
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as it happened 20yrs ago ;) |
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https://247wallst.com/investing/2011/01/13/the-ten-companies-that-control-the-death-industry/ Those companies likely will fight and drag out any lawsuit for decades. |
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Yep...it was the late 70's, early 80's. Cheltenham Cemetery also used to get robbers back then as well. Dad used to say they'd pinch the really large headstones, and then run them through a machine and take off the engravings. They'd then have a nice clean piece of marble or granite to start again. Just an aside. Quiet possibly one of the best things my dad did for me was calling me into his work one day. I'd just got my learners permit so I caught the bus. He said I could drive home. When I got there, he said "come with me". We went into the cold room. I was really freaked out. He called me over to a body with a sheet over it. He pulled the sheet back. It was a kid slightly older than me. Driving to fast and hit a tree. Killed instantly. I can still see that poor boys face even today. But it worked. I never really drove like an idiot. He had the families blessing to show me their broken son. I didn't know him but out of respect I attended his funeral. The devastation on his family was the thing that struck me most. |
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