Uh huh.

[mapsedge]

This starts out sounding like a joke, but it's not.

So, a guy's leg is amputated after an accident.  After the operation, the doctor asks him what to do with it.

"What do you usually do?" the man asks.

"Well, normally, we cremate amputated limbs."

"Can I have it?"

The doctor scratches his head, thinks a moment and says, "Okay.  Even though we're probably violating a few federal laws I don't see why not."

So the guy takes his leg home and stores it in his smoker, which presumably he never intended to again use to prepare food for consumption.  Maybe he even smokes it to preserve it.

Now the story gets really strange...

The man's belongings get put into storage and when he doesn't pay the bill the storage company auctions his belongings off, including the smoker with the leg still inside.

The man that purchased the smoker gets it home, finds the leg, thinks "Holy shit, there's a leg in my smoker!" 

What would you do, dear reader?

The buyer starts charging the neighborhood kids money to see the leg.  When contacted by the leg's original owner, he refuses to part with it until the guy pays him for it.

http://www.thekansascitychannel.com/news/14266769/detail.html

or, even better:

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/10/03/amputated_leg_found_in_barbecue_smoker/

I am...amused.
  

Comments

[juliegocrazy.livejournal.com]

American Ingenuity at it's finest!

Story reminded me of this old joke...

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

During WWII a fighter pilot was shot down over Germany and was captured by the Nazis. He was severely injured in his plane crash; the German doctor had to amputate his arm. The pilot requested that they drop his arm over his base in England. In a rare display of respect, the Germans did.

The pilot's condition got worse. The next week they amputated his other arm, and he asked for the same thing. Again, the Germans complied. The week after that they had to amputate his leg, and he again asked them to drop it over his base in England.

The German general replied, "Nein, Ve do dis no more!"

The pilot asked, "Why not?"

The general answered, "Ve tink you trying to escape!"

[iarraidh.livejournal.com]

I was really surprised by this, because when I had my tumor cut out last year I asked if I could have it. We intended to do a magickal banishment on it and likely burn the fucker.

We were told that was against all kinds of laws and we couldn't have it. So how this nimrod got his leg baffles me.

As an aside...
I was present at the hospital in Kansas City that caused laws to be past in Kansas requiring the incineration of all removed bits of patients.
Bethany Hospital was one of my clients, and a few of us were there a day or so after the vent.
A young man was in an accident and his leg was removed. his family had been notified of the accident and were on their way to the hospital when they saw a dog running up the street with the lower part of a human leg in its mouth - wearing their son's sneaker.
Lawsuits ensured and laws were passed.

Apparently before this incident, it was common to just chuck the parts into the dumpster. Can you imagine THAT landfill?

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

As I understand it, the common practice is to treat all amputations and removals as bio-hazard and to incinerate. In the cases where an individual wants to keep a limb for religious reasons (later cremation or burial) the part is remanded to a funeral home for preservation and, presumably, safe keeping until That Glorious Day of Judgment.

Or whatever.

Me personally? When I rise at the end in whatever spiritual or energetic form I pass through to, I will have no need of what's left behind, and I'm certainly NOT going to go searching for any missing pieces (e.g. Anne Boleyn).

I mean, where do you stop?

"Is this the ghost of Bill...? Give us a sign... what do you want, Bill...?"

"My baby teeth."

"Oh...well, damn. Dash inconvenient, that."

[iarraidh.livejournal.com]

Once this mortal coil has been shuffled off, I'd like to do something akin to what my late friend Two Dogs Pesola did.

His remains were incinerated and divided into 5 parts.
Four of the tins were sent the four compass directions and spread over lands he was attached to in those directions.

The last and largest container was shot out of a cannon over the Mississippi River at Fort de Chartes.
He had participated in many reenactments there and it was his favorite place besides Home.

Yup.
Shot out of a cannon.
That's Style