How does your culture deal with its dead?
We stick them in a moose carcass like good Canadians.
We lay them on a boat that's also a funeral pyre, and send them out to sea on fire.
We bury them six feet deep in non-biodegradable slabs.
We set them on fire and keep them over the fireplace to knock over during a morbid comic moment years later.
We leave them were they fall...
If they're outdoors, a gravestone appears, otherwise an urn appears - either way we cry around it.
They flash a few times, vanish, and then a giant floating hand tells us where to go.
We don't die, we multiply!
We build giant monuments to them if they're rich or famous, otherwise they get shoved in the dirt.
We serve them with chic peas and baby corn.
Today is towelboy's birthday. Yay for towelboy.