vanitas1918
vanitas1918
vanitas1918

I knew there was a reason I hearted you. Mort sci students unite! I'm also faced with the "how did they die" questions all the time, especially when obits for younger people are published. I work part time at a funeral home, and my friends enjoy prodding me for work stories. I love my job and I'm happy to talk

For some reason the image/link for the clip isn't showing up for me, but that doesn't stop me from fighting back tears at the mention of "Seymour." The ending of that episode makes me squeal and blubber like a speared walrus every damn time.

Because she had to share a room and put up with them. She's several years older than her next sibling, so she was old enough to really see the impact having another addition to the family had on her directly. She wasn't too keen on having her nice quiet family life disrupted. And since they're still creating chaos

Thank you, but I don't see it as honorable. They took care of me and they provided for me and they were good to me, so of course I'm going to return the favor. It's my way of saying thanks for putting up with me (which might be the real reason I'm an only— I might have been enough of a handful to scar them for

I'm an only child who STILL thanks her parents for letting her be sibling-free. My mom is the oldest of 4 and to this day she remains resentful that her parents had more kids after her, so she gave me the blissful solo-child life she always wanted. And it had nothing to do with money and spoilage, but everything to

"Small voice"? Darling, this needs to be shouted so you can get the standing ovation you deserve!

I hate weddings as it is, so if this catches on then I'm just going to be in a whole new level of hell as the single half of my friends and family start sending "Save the Date" cards. I'm very much single and I very much want to stay that way, but it never once occurred to me to drag other people into that decision.

YES. That very concern is one of the top 3 reasons why I will always live alone. The whole peeing in the shower thing icks me out so much that I don't want to risk someone else doing that in MY tub. It's not even a hygiene issue, it's principles. Because eww. I don't want to stand in a toilet, so please don't

Absolutely not. Whenever I hear about people saying it's no big deal, I automatically wonder if they're the kind of people who will still use a toothbrush even if it's been dropped in a toilet.

A little while back, I was knew a guy who either started or ended every text with "haha." It got to the point that all I could think of was that Jonas Brothers episode of South Park, where Mickey is CONSTANTLY saying "haha." So because of that guy's near-fetishistic use of it, whenever I see "haha" in a text or

Even though the question wasn't aimed at me, I'll bite since I too plan my tattoos for places hidden by clothing. My ink has very personal meaning and I got it for myself, not for the rest of the world. I love it and I wouldn't mind showing it off, but when it comes down to it, it's mine and I'm selfish. :)

This is so heart wrenching and frustrating. As a mortuary employee/student, I see the tell tale marks of all of the extreme measures health care workers are required to take in order to prolong life at whatever cost. I'm just seeing the end results; I can't even begin to imagine the extreme toll it takes on the

My experience as a mortuary science student and an apprentice at a funeral home has only served to reinforce the notion of quality being more important than quantity. For me, one of the hardest parts of the job is seeing all of the bruises and bedsores on the very elderly— most of the bruises are massive, and they're

Psh, as an adult I nearly got written up at work because I wore a sleeveless dress that was only 3.5" wide at the shoulders instead of 3.56" wide, or whatever. I wish I was exaggerating. You have no idea how much I wish I was exaggerating. It was during a heat wave during which we had 94+ degree weather and 100%

I wonder if these are intended to be like a collection of paint chips. Except instead of matching what shade of red you want for your kitchen wall, you're picking out which style looks best with your assets.

The first character to make an impression on me as wee little thing was the boy from the Brothers Grimm's "The Youth Who Could Not Shiver and Shake." There's a scene in which he camps out beneath a hangman's tree and a number of corpses drop down and dangle from their nooses, but the poor fool thinks they're

This mirrors my reaction. My pant size is 4-6 in vanity shops like Express, 6-8 in department stores, and my dress size is 10 because of my chest. And that's a common pattern for most women. I would love to flaunt one of my tailored dresses with the stock "sz. 10" label just to see how these guys define women's

Uncanny. The same thing happened to me my senior year. The only differences being that the campus police were the ones to knock on my door and that my RA followed up with me later to advise that I was on suicide watch per school policy since my parents had called the cops on me. But everything else is dead on,