Hey, there's nothing weird about my collections of vinyl records and German beer steins and uranium glass and sterling silver and quack medical devices and watches and books and pewter and brass and guitars and cameras.
I honestly started off with the intent of being funny, and then I realized how many fucking collections I have, and now I don't really know what to do with myself.
You march your butt down to Lowes to get those big black totes so you can pile your collected items into them and stow them in a neat stack in the garage so that you have space for more collectibles. That's what you do with yourself. Don't forget the label maker!
I didn't want the ashes. It hurt too much. I also didn't want to be in the room when they administered the shot. My mother got me to do that with one when I was younger. Never again. I say goodbye and that's when I exit and cry.
It's instruments... I can play a little bit of all of them, but none of them very well lol. I just like playing with them
An acoustic guitar, an electric guitar (I had 2 electrics, but gave my dad one with a small amp), 2 soprano ukulele's (in case a friend wants to join), a piano keyboard, electric drum kit, harmonicas, a violin (I got it for my wife, but we both like to mess with it) and... I think that's it. I kinda want a bass guitar one day too, just because it looks like fun
Also a small collection of cacti, and a small collection of amateur radio equipment (as well as other electronics that I like to mess with)
The logical conclusion of this is a beer tap where the beer comes out of a taxidermied cats mouth. You're never lonely when you're drinking with old friends!
no ashes, but buried in a special creepy place in the backyard. We used to keep my mom's ashes around until we buried her. Technically I could get her ashes back back. Check!
several: mineral samples from places I've hiked, books, stamps, old hard disks, DVD and VHS movies, CDs...
•Internet stranger hugs• for the third one.
I already have all boxes checked, but I'm hoping to avoid adding a second dog's ashes for a few more years. My pup already surprisingly old and hasn't died yet, so, if that trend continues, he should live forever.
No, because you have to take your Lil buddy to the vet to get euthanized before you get ashes. Part of the fun trauma of this age is having to be old enough to make that decision. That today is fluffy's last day on earth. Then you get to be guilted by the vet into buying some sort of memorial package in a moment of weakness.
Having your pal turn up toes at home is what gets you a backyard burial. Not awful enough, sorry friend.
And yes that was the absolute hardest thing I’ve ever done. We scheduled it on a Friday and had to wait an entire weekend for it to happen on Monday. I am a 54 year old man and I cried like a little baby the whole weekend.
And they did indeed have a brochure of things to memorialize your pet. This was pretty recent so the brochure is actually still on the mantle.
Oh, you can have them cremated even if they died peacefully at home, either through a vet or by dealing directly with a pet crematorium. And you can take the body home to bury in the yard even if you've put them to sleep.