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ickaimpThe protesters that show up every morning at 9:30 and leave at 11am weren't here this morning. Instead they showed up for the last day of the Bodies Exhibit at 5pm.
To hold a Christian funeral service outside the exhibit for the Chinese bodies inside.
But it made me realise that they don't know the bodies. Nothing about them at all, never even said 'hello' to them, or 'good morning', or anything at all. Just were angry that they were here at all.
So. My own memorial service, because I do know a bit about them.
To our Tri-Lady, cut in vertical thirds. Even if the sign did call you 'Adipose Woman' I never thought you were fat. You were old when you died and I hope it was a good one. You always seemed like a cat lady to me.
To the guy holding hands with his own skeleton - I'm really sorry your bum looks like that.
To the Conductor, who illustrated the nervous system. You always looked very graceful, elegant. All long lean clean lines. Your three sparkly crowns your the lower jaw amidst your chaotic jumble of teeth were a constant source of confusion. Thank you.
The Tennis Player, I wish you had stopped smoking earlier. You supply a constant reminder of why it's a good idea not to start.
To the male reproductive system, with the white pubic hair. You were a constant source of interest for silver haired grey ladies who were trying to find bullet point #4 - the prostate.
... It was across corridor.
To the mammary glands, right next to the cancerous breast tissue. I still think they used rice bowls when they padded your deflated tissue. If nothing else, they transplanted your areola too high, most likely for aesthetic reasons, but the result is that you always look extremely bright and perky.
The lady high-fiving herself. I didn't know you very well, usually passing you on the way to the loo, but I want to apologise for the stupid way the guys would just stare with vacant expressions in the negative space between your two halves. You are taller than most of the bodies in the exhibit, which meant that your impressive perky cleavage was just below eye level, but still... it's very rude.
To the Circulatory Man. I suppose that there's less of you there, since all that is left is the mould of your capillaries, but I always wondered about who you were.
To Smiling Jack, the skull. You were one of the few we could guess age on, with your toothless smile. I guess we'll never know if you had none or just some of your teeth when you died, but you were the most cheerful fellow in the place. Thank you for that.
The Touch Box Trio:
The Brain with the Blunt Force Trauma that killed you, I learned so much from you. Even if you do taste like silicone.
The liver of a 35 year old healthy male, you were the most interesting to me, with your regenerative abilities. I still thank the Forensic Anthropologist who came in and appeared to communicate silently with you, unravelling your age and some of your secrets.
To the right humerus. Often thought of you as female. Doubt anyone else would agree with that, but you are undeniably the strongest of the group. Don't become a murder weapon.
To the Foetuses. You're everyone's favourites, seeing how they developed. I'm sorry for your lost chances, your lost opportunities.
The two of you that merged with the IUDs were especially brave.
To the Horizontal MRI Guy - It's been five months and you still creep me out. You always seemed angry to me. You were the one to make the carnivores hungry. From the ankles to the knees: corned beef. From the knees to the hip: roast beef. Lowest level of the hip: two roast hams with huevos.
To the Vertical MRI Guy: You had the most amazing eyes. The only one we knew for sure you had your original eyes, and they were amazingly hollow. Brown lungs, not grey or black, speculated often that you worked with coal.
But I guess we'll never know.
So to all of you, I'm sorry you ended up where you did, far away from your friends and whatever family you had. I'm sorry you're probably being treated better now that you're deceased than you were in life.
Thank you for teaching us all so much. I hope the people at the next city treat your bodies well and that your next life is better.
Requiescat in pace.
To hold a Christian funeral service outside the exhibit for the Chinese bodies inside.
But it made me realise that they don't know the bodies. Nothing about them at all, never even said 'hello' to them, or 'good morning', or anything at all. Just were angry that they were here at all.
So. My own memorial service, because I do know a bit about them.
To our Tri-Lady, cut in vertical thirds. Even if the sign did call you 'Adipose Woman' I never thought you were fat. You were old when you died and I hope it was a good one. You always seemed like a cat lady to me.
To the guy holding hands with his own skeleton - I'm really sorry your bum looks like that.
To the Conductor, who illustrated the nervous system. You always looked very graceful, elegant. All long lean clean lines. Your three sparkly crowns your the lower jaw amidst your chaotic jumble of teeth were a constant source of confusion. Thank you.
The Tennis Player, I wish you had stopped smoking earlier. You supply a constant reminder of why it's a good idea not to start.
To the male reproductive system, with the white pubic hair. You were a constant source of interest for silver haired grey ladies who were trying to find bullet point #4 - the prostate.
... It was across corridor.
To the mammary glands, right next to the cancerous breast tissue. I still think they used rice bowls when they padded your deflated tissue. If nothing else, they transplanted your areola too high, most likely for aesthetic reasons, but the result is that you always look extremely bright and perky.
The lady high-fiving herself. I didn't know you very well, usually passing you on the way to the loo, but I want to apologise for the stupid way the guys would just stare with vacant expressions in the negative space between your two halves. You are taller than most of the bodies in the exhibit, which meant that your impressive perky cleavage was just below eye level, but still... it's very rude.
To the Circulatory Man. I suppose that there's less of you there, since all that is left is the mould of your capillaries, but I always wondered about who you were.
To Smiling Jack, the skull. You were one of the few we could guess age on, with your toothless smile. I guess we'll never know if you had none or just some of your teeth when you died, but you were the most cheerful fellow in the place. Thank you for that.
The Touch Box Trio:
The Brain with the Blunt Force Trauma that killed you, I learned so much from you. Even if you do taste like silicone.
The liver of a 35 year old healthy male, you were the most interesting to me, with your regenerative abilities. I still thank the Forensic Anthropologist who came in and appeared to communicate silently with you, unravelling your age and some of your secrets.
To the right humerus. Often thought of you as female. Doubt anyone else would agree with that, but you are undeniably the strongest of the group. Don't become a murder weapon.
To the Foetuses. You're everyone's favourites, seeing how they developed. I'm sorry for your lost chances, your lost opportunities.
The two of you that merged with the IUDs were especially brave.
To the Horizontal MRI Guy - It's been five months and you still creep me out. You always seemed angry to me. You were the one to make the carnivores hungry. From the ankles to the knees: corned beef. From the knees to the hip: roast beef. Lowest level of the hip: two roast hams with huevos.
To the Vertical MRI Guy: You had the most amazing eyes. The only one we knew for sure you had your original eyes, and they were amazingly hollow. Brown lungs, not grey or black, speculated often that you worked with coal.
But I guess we'll never know.
So to all of you, I'm sorry you ended up where you did, far away from your friends and whatever family you had. I'm sorry you're probably being treated better now that you're deceased than you were in life.
Thank you for teaching us all so much. I hope the people at the next city treat your bodies well and that your next life is better.
Requiescat in pace.
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Date: 2010-10-04 06:07 am (UTC)