Nor, apparently, is it required by Christianity.

What cause that odd, sickly sweet smell? It’s so memorable and somehow inappropriate. Like Pez vomit.

It’s not so much I want them to care. It’s just that a dead body smells unimaginably bad. So it’s more about the stench, the maggots, the decaying flesh, the bodily fluids, the bloating/gas. And it’s more than just a bad smell. That shit (literally, too!) lingers - trust me I work in a morgue. My designated work…

Here’s the thing: they don’t CARE if you die. In their minds, you deserve it for doing such an awful thing. They would smile down smugly at your body and picture you roasting in hell with the other sinners, and discuss carting your corpse around to schools so they could use it to scare young girls about what happens…

Let this be official documentation. If I ever die from a back alley abortion I don’t want to be buried. I don’t want to be cremated. I don’t want to be donated to science. I want my body shipped to Flynn’s office.