Hormones Are Nature's Three Bottles Of Beer.

You Are A Person And Then You Cease To Be A Person, And A Cadaver Takes Your Place.

Softball Is The Reason Washing Machines And Bleach Are So Popular. Don't Think So? Just Ask A Softball Mom.

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.

The Point Is That No Matter What You Choose To Do With Your Body When You Die, It Won't, Ultimately, Be Very Appealing. If You Are Inclined To Donate Yourself To Science, You Should Not Let Images Of Dissection Or Dismemberment Put You Off. They Are No More Or Less Gruesome, In My Opinion, Than Ordinary Decay Or The Sewing Shut Of Your Jaws Via Your Nostrils For A Funeral Viewing.

Every Crazy Fad From The 1800s Comes Back Or They Never Go Away. It’s Like Fashion, Like Everything’s Already Been Invented, And Somebody Stumbles Onto It And People Will Always, Always Be Looking For An Answer For Some Vague Illness They Can’t Get A Diagnosis For.