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Originally Posted by Altenweg

My mom. When I first told her that I wanted to be an organ donor she flipped out. She's big on being buried with all the parts you originally had.

We discussed it for a very long time. She finally agreed, but made me promise that I wouldn't let them take my eyes. She never really gave a reason. I agreed mainly because eyes aren't something you need to live. So, only the organs that are necessary to sustain life are on my organ donor card. :)

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Alty, she probably meant that you had to save your eyes to see in the afterlife. It is an old european saying. She wanted you to be able to see everyone who had passed on and would connect with. A wonderful thought from my perspective.. hugs, my dear. She is right.

Tick

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Originally Posted by tickle

Alty, she probably meant that you had to save your eyes to see in the afterlife. it is an old european saying. She wanted you to be able to see everyone who had passed on and would connect with. A wonderful thought from my perspective.. hugs, my dear. She is right.

tick

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That makes a lot of sense. My mom was very superstitious, and of course very European.

Hugs right back at you Tick. :)

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

He's like no one you know. He's got it all -- sense of humor, smarts, charm, nice voice, writing ability, love of cats, and, of course, good looks.

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Wait a second hon...

I thought that you told me that I was special and quite handsome once? :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by Stringer

Wait a second hon....

I thought that you told me that I was special and quite handsome once? :rolleyes:

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Marta visited me late one night and... well, that's all I can tell you. Not only can I see your house from my back porch, she can see my house from your front porch. She's quite a woman!

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Originally Posted by Stringer

Wait a second hon....

I thought that you told me that I was special and quite handsome once? :rolleyes:

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Stringer sweetie, she says that to all the guys. WG is our closet flirt. :)

Ha!

We do not have that proverbial front porch. ',V '

She doesn't turn thata way... :eek:

And you didn't address what you told me! :p

Okay, I've come to the conclusion that I'm not the hijack queen. Stringer and WG are. I just follow their lead.

I am innocent! :)

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And you didn't address what you told me! :p

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I didn't want stand on my back porch and see you blush.

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

I didn't want stand on my back porch and see you blush.

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:) Too mature to blush and turn red, I've lived a full life...

Did I do it? I am sorry, really... she made me steal it Judge.

Marta and I DO agree about you -- kind, strong, handsome, loving, caring, funny, sweet, charming, sometimes dopey, a good worker, a valuable neighbor... should I go on?

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

Marta and I DO agree about you -- kind, strong, handsome, loving, caring, funny, sweet, charming, sometimes dopey, a good worker, a valuable neighbor ... should I go on?

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See? She's a closet flirt. ;)

That's why we love her. :)

That and the fact that she's my personal editor. Thank goodness she's stopped trying to correct my comma splices.

OMG! Am I a lost cause? :eek:

Okay, seriously, we're totally hijacking this thread, and I always get the blame. This time I'm taking you both with me.

(I threw in the "sometimes dopey" so he wouldn't get a swelled head.)

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

(I threw in the "sometimes dopey" so he wouldn't get a swelled head.)

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Dopey? Swelled head? Well...

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Originally Posted by excon

Hello X:

I'm going to be cremated, and my son is gonna snort my ashes. Then I'll be resurected in my son's bodily fluids. All my dead relatives are there.

excon

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Excellent idea Ex.

I have made arrangements for my body to be dumped on the front porch of whoever I am most irritated with at the time , and ruin their day.

Explain that to the police, a dead body of someone you know on the porch (or in the house if possible , car trunk would be OK too)
And you know nothing about how it got there... :eek:

I have instructed any who may, not to claim the body and tell them I had a disease or something that scares you and you want it shot into the Sun , or burned in a chemical waste incinerator.

I always hated funerals. Too dull and sad.;)

How did we get from death till a chatforum?
This is very strange.

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Originally Posted by Xan-Kriegor

How did we get from death till a chatforum?
This is very strange.

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We are celebrating life.

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Originally Posted by Xan-Kriegor

How did we get from death till a chatforum?
This is very strange.

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There are a bunch here that spend a lot of time of the site and are 'internet friends'. You're right - they should take their chats elsewhere.