I don't even know you, and I love you. <3

I don't know if a law per se would help, it seems to me that would impose some black-and-white thinking on what we can all agree is a nebulous issue that's hard for us, as society, to get a grasp on.

Elephants return to their dead kin's bones on a regular basis to mourn and remember.

I'm re-reading Anne Bishop's "Black Jewels" series right now, and one of the arching themes is of the many, many dreamers who "dreamed" Witch into reality.

My choir has its annual fall retreat out on Puget Sound, near a native rez. Driving through there is the most depressing thing ever. There's cross after cross after cross, some right on top of each other, all saying the same thing - "Please don't drink and drive."

Ask any parent who's lost a child when the mourning ceases, and they will tell you "never". This is just heartless.

Bizarre is a very, very good word for it.

On the flip side, why is anyone's callousness more important than their grief? We're starting to veer into "You got your chocolate in my peanut butter" territory here.

s/friend/former friend/, I hope fervently.

Burial isn't forever, either. Graveyards often have terms of x number of years, after which they dig you up and re-sell the spot.

You assume all dead bodies get put in the ground.

Oh, do they test for HSV1, too?

As I explained below, I was thinking of the extensive kissing that happens, but do also want to note that all the condom use in the world won't necessarily prevent HSV / HPV transmission.

"She'll be too old after that"... Those poor kids.

Oh shit, it's the Mourning Police! Everyone dry those tears, flush those snotty hankies, and cancel that FTD order!

Hey, it's cool! Sex-positivity is a terrific thing and I love seeing people fight for it. *squish*

I was thinking more of the extreme kissing that seems to happen. Rose = kiss = 23 people in a day?

What's my favorite? You're my favorite, Mark. Phew.

My poor husband has three first names. I married him anyway. :)