Posted on 12/18/2017 3:20:29 PM PST by EveningStar
FOLKESTONE, KENT, UK A grieving woman plans to pay tribute to her late mother by seasoning her Christmas meal with her ashes, and then eating them.
Debra Parsons, 41, will sprinkle the cremains of her mother, Doreen Brown, on the turkey and dessert. We will have a place laid for her and a picture of her on the table so she can be with us on the very special day, Parsons says.
The mother-of-two from Kent was left distraught when her mother died in May. She told The Mirror that consuming the ashes is the only thing that will get me through my first Christmas without mum. She said, My mum and I had a really strong bond and one which could never be broken, even by death.
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She’ll be eating alone.
New book to be published. HOW I TURNED MY MOM INTO POOP.
Otherwise, it would be a from of anthropophagy.
(It was listed the other week on Gutenberg's RSS feed... "Anthropophagy by Charles W. Darling")
Winner!!!
That was one of the more memorable epis.
First runner up.
What about that guy that CNN fired? Not for eating human brain, but for some nasty political statements or such.
Second runner up.
Unghhh
If it was my Mother in Law I’d definitely be going to Golden Corral for their Christmas buffet or something like that.
Geez Louise! Creepy ! Although the Yanamoma, not sure of the spelling, drink the ashes of the dead ant then never speak of the dead person again. They are in the Amazon rain forests. I studied them years ago today n a sociology class
I didnt see your post before I posted, sorry
I believe the book on the tribe was calledInto the Heart
everyone grieves differently?
Yes. I have my way.
“Yo’ Mama di’n’t amount to $#!+.”
“Oh yeah? Watch this.”
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread
I would consider very disrespectful to poop out your mom.
Thus, don’t eat her in the first place.
But hey, those tats are a marker for mental illness. I’m sure this fatty has no moral issue with pooping out her mom the next day.
True story:
There is a castle in Scotland with my last name affixed to it. We went there for a big family reunion. The guy who lives in the castle has my last name but that may be the only link. He has some type of title, like Baron or Duke.
We took Cousin Alda’s ashes and attempted to sprinkle them on the rose garden there. We did not ask the owner of the castle. We thought we’d do it on the sly. we separated from the main group and my aunt brought out the ashes, and dumped them.
Well, it was gusty that day and several of us got Cousin Alda in our eyes and mouth.
Of course it was sad, but to see my Down Syndrome nephew yelling “I got Alda in my mouth!” was pretty funny.
Then everyone knew, and we have not been invited back.
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