GPS Used To Find Graves In Eco-Burial Sites
Narrative Fallacy writes "Relatives and friends will use a satellite navigation device to find graves of loved ones in Australia's eco-burial site on bushland attached to Lismore Memorial Park Cemetery, in New South Wales. Reflecting a worldwide trend towards environmentally friendly burials, the deceased will be buried in biodegradable coffins between gum trees in a protected koala sanctuary. 'It's an ideal way of utilizing land and helping wildlife and vegetation,' said Kris Whitney, Lismore Council coordinator of cemeteries. 'A family can walk around the bushland and pick a site. The body can be oriented in any direction. We promise there will be no internments within five meters. We'll record accurate GPS co-ordinates.' Families visiting graves would be lent a satellite navigation device. This will be Australia's fourth 'natural burial site' with existing sites in Tasmania, Victoria, and Western Australia."
Science advances one funeral at a time- Max Planck
You seem to miss the point...
Dead bodies break down nicely and help to increase the fertility of the soil. The point is to help the trees grow.
And I would not be surprised if this is being done in an area a touch short of such organic matter..
Of course, if people really cared they may want to consider that GPS is rarely accurate to 5m, its not uncommon to get an EPE of 15-20m in that arts of the world..
people, when you die, YOU WILL BE ROTTING MEAT. no different to that cat/dog you buried when you were 12.
Look at it this way, no matter how much of a useless bastard you were in life, if your buried in the ground with trees around you, you'll finally be put to good use.
If you mod me down, I will become more powerful than you can imagine....
I for one think this is fantastic. It gives one the opportunity to be buried in a way that is helpful to the environment, in a way, peacefully restore yourself to the earth, and at the same time give your family the satisfaction of knowing where you are buried. I for one like the idea that I could put my hand on a nearby tree and say that someone I loved is now a part of that tree. It may sound all fluffy-puffy, but the fact is, burials have always been charged with all sorts of religious and spiritual notions. I believe for a good number of people, this type of burial would satisfy those notions indeed.
"Taboo, like anything else, goes in and out of style."
Don't the fools realise that this is exactly how ghoualas are created, their furry little faces covered in fresh corpse blood as they howl at the moon in their squeaky ghouala voices, dropping out of eucalyptus trees on grieving mourners to gnaw their ears off, using their big fuzzy ghouala ears to locate fresh bodies by the sound of the worms gnawing and their big cute ghouala noses to track the scent of newly planted meat...
Stop them now, before the ghoualas get us all !!!
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Okay, bear with me here. This is a bit complicated, as it involves bungie cords and dirigibles.
First I'll need a medium sized hydrogen filled aerostat. It doesn't actually have to be a dirigible, any old hydrogen filled aerostat will do. If several thousand dollars worth of fireworks could be hung from the outside, that would be lovely.
Next, I'll need about a thousand feet of bungie cord, a suit made of cotton padding or wick like material, and several gallons of gasoline. Put my corpse in the suit. Attach one end of the bungie cord to the dirigible and the other to my corpse. Securely fasten my corpse to the ground with some sort of quick release mechanism.
Douse my corpse in gasoline. Let the dirigible go until the bungie cord is nice and taut. Light my corpse, and activate the quick release.
If all goes well, my flaming corpse will shoot into the sky and collide with the hydrogen filled, fireworks encased dirigible. Hopefully the resulting explosion will vaporize my body so that not too many steaming gibbets fall back on the amazed crowd.
And that, my friends, is what I would like for my funeral.
- None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license. -- John Milton