A friend told me about this book last year. At the time I couldn’t understand how he could be so excited about a book about cadavers of all things. But, having finished the book, I now completely understand. The book is disturbing at times, but always enlightening. The most surprising thing is that it’s funny. Mary Roach manages to infuse humor while yet still being very respectful. I didn’t at all expect funny, but given the subject covered, it’s a welcome touch.
I came to the conclusion a few years ago that I want to be cremated. After reading the book I’m more convinced than anything that I made the right choice. The book does bring up an interesting point however. Roach writes that the deceased should have no say in where they end up or how the body is disposed of. That it’s the family members who have to set things up and deal with a loved one’s passing and that the family should do what’s most comfortable for them. That’s a valid point I suppose. Especially for those times when people leave behind complex, detailed instructions. I have to give all of this some thought.
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