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Posted at 11:12 AM ET, 05/ 5/2008

What'll You Have?

I know that Pabst Blue Ribbon beer is retro-fashionable these days, but as a poor college student in Milwaukee 30-mumble years ago, even my crowd shunned the down-market PBR. There's a guy on the South Side of Chicago who likes it so much that he's going to be buried in a PBR coffin.

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Posted at 2:17 PM ET, 03/ 6/2008

Too Good to Check

From Reuters: The mayor of a village in southwest France has threatened residents with severe punishment if they die, because there is no room left in the overcrowded cemetery to bury them. In an ordinance posted in the council offices, Mayor Gerard Lalanne told the 260 residents of the village of Sarpourenx that "all persons not having a plot in the cemetery and wishing to be buried in Sarpourenx are forbidden from dying in the parish."

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Posted at 1:35 PM ET, 10/15/2007

Attending A Japanese Funeral

Considering the number of different cultures in the world, it makes sense that burial rites would vary. Here, a young Japanese who lives in the U.S. wrote about attending a Japanese funeral . Here's an interesting excerpt:

I find this to be the most interesting, if not the most disturbing part of a Japanese funeral. Maybe it's my western upbringing, or maybe everyone else also has their silent reservations about picking the bones of the dead. When we entered the private room, a large tray was waiting for us in the middle of the room holding the ashes of the body. While all the flesh, the entire casket, flowers, and most other contents had burned down to fine ash, the skeletal structure of the body was still intact and warm (you could feel the heat radiating from the tray). Looking carefully in the ashes, one could identify small nails from the casket or pieces of the watch that was burned with the body... The representative then handed out several pairs of mismatched chopsticks (one wood, one bamboo) for us to pick the bones to place inside the urn. If you ever wondered why it's taboo to eat with mismatched chopsticks, this is why. He instructed us to pick from the feet first so that the body will be upright in the urn. We each picked a bone, placed it in the urn, and then passed off the chopsticks to the next person.

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