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Preserving Memories of a Loved One?
An anonymous reader writes "My wife is dying of metastatic (stage 4) cancer. Statistically she has between one and two years left. I have pre-teen daughters. I'm looking for innovative ideas on how to preserve memories of their mother and my wife so that years down the road we don't forget the things we all tend to forget about a person as time passes. I have copious photos and am taking as much HD video as I can without being a jerk, so images and sounds are taken care of (and backed up securely). I'm keeping a private blog of simple daily events that help me remember the things in between the hospitalizations and treatments. In this digital age what other avenues are there for preserving memories? Non-digital suggestions would be welcome, too."
I recommend dipping them in bullet-proof lucite!
"Have you ever thought about just turning off the TV, sitting down with your kids, and hitting them?"
This is a good idea that I gleaned from Married...With Children.
Have her cremated, then pour her ashes in your charcoal grill. Have a family and friends-only memorial barbecue, so that with each bite, her essence will live inside you forever.
Karma burn - I can afford it. Some people are proper cunts. Like the poster above.
I have been a user for about 10 years. This ends Feb 2014. The site's been ruined. I'm off. Dice, FU
No one gives a shit about your life loser.
It's called Google.
No wonder Digg, Reddit, and the other social media sites have left Slashdot in the dust in traffic.
If she gives me a blowjob, I will preserve her memory by telling everyone how good a cock sucker she is, and if she swallows.
nuff said.
Do you even lift?
These aren't the 'roids you're looking for.
Find someone younger and hotter and take her to the funeral.
The orthomolecular biochemists have a unified theory of cancer and it's reversible now. Salvesterols exploit the CYPB1P1 metabolic pathway; the Cytochrome P450-1 enzyme converts them to picotannins which selectively, in vivo and in vitro, kill only tumor cells. I've met end stage lung cancer patients whose cancer has been rerversed.
I'm not interested in any nay sayers or claims of quckery. I'm just not interested.
Contact me directly if you need more information or sources; I can point you to (free) biochemists who can explain this much better than I can and offer guidance. It's extremely important to avoid sugar; whereas our cells use atp for energy, cancer cells use sugars directly. And not just HFCS as was reported in the news (presumably by the $2B/yr sucrose industry)
Need Mercedes parts ?
What was going through my head? Something like:
"Yeah bitch, take it! Take it you fucking whore!"
Are you even more fascinated cocksucker?
like when they graduate, get married, have children, etc.
Nothing like expectation of conformance from a dead parent.
Non-Digital: Have her stuffed.
May I suggest that instead of worrying about preserving your wife's memories, you preserve HER instead?
Get a liver biopsy, and have the sample cryogenically frozen until such a time as she can be cloned from the sample.
Voila: "Hey kids, mommy's back!"
Do daemons dream of electric sleep()?
Every year I buy a whole young calf and chicken. While they are both tied-down alive, I pluck the goose in-front of the calf so the calf can hear the goose screeeam. Then in-front of the goose, I peel the skin alive off the calf so the goose can hear the calf screeeam. Then I cook the lower half of the goose alive in front of the calf and eat it. Then the calf gets the Cobe "Bryant" treatment where I fuck it in the ass and smack it for hours to tenderize the meat. Then the bones get saved for my devil-wolves to arrive from their night of stalking 4channers that thought it was cool to pretend to be a lolly and post in /b/. I then clean the hide of that calf and sew it together like a large pouch and fill it with the goose feathers. I now have a pillow, of which my head is laying on, and I'm eating some saute'd goose livers with a side of cobe beeeeeeef, and typing this to you. ha....ha ha........hahahahahahaha.
Stick the bitch into a floating coffin with a mast and sail made of the first bloody-bedsheet that you de-flowered her on.
Load-up all her god-damn porcelain dolls and "fancy" non-silver Silver(tm)-ware and plates she always screamed at you for cleaning using the green-side of the sponge. Give crossbows to all the wedding guests and snobbs, force them at gun-point to shoot flaming arrows at the coffins as it drifts out to sea or into a lake. The first one to cause the initial bonfire gets the saved bottle of wedding booze from the wedding to that hagg of yours.
Then off to teh hookres.
... or her underpanties! Then you can fantasize about her while you jerk off.