Pacemaker explosions in crematoria
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"It was the day my grandmother exploded."
Cremation, in particular, is a nasty bit of business. Those 'ashes' aren't actually ashes: they're bone meal.
The morticians I know would never be cremated, nor wish their loved ones to be (I don't know all the morticians in the world, of course: no doubt there are many who would be fine with it).
Or are you saying people are given fake remains? If so: {{citation}}
The corpse is roasted, the fat melting (a fire hazard with extremely fat people), the charred and finally most of the organic compounds evaporate, leaving behind the skeleton, medical devices and any other such detritus (e.g. shrapnel). The furnace is then opened and the bones are raked out; an attendant removes anything which could damage the grinder and grinds the bones into meal (it's great for roses!).
> If it is that, why does it bother you?
Grinding a human being into dust doesn't bother you?
> Grinding a human being into dust doesn't bother you?
For one, that is not an answer. For the other, no it doesn't. The brain is shut down. All that's left is cells which individually may still have some life, but are bound to die quickly anyhow. And particularly after being burned they're all guaranteed to be dead, so the grinding does not harm any living being anymore.
Does the grinding bother you more than the burning?
On a separate note, maybe we should all have a tattoo with some basic info: name (optional), blood type, chronic diseases (diabetes for example), medication allergies, pacemakers, etc.
Kinda like the SS tattoos, but without the SS part, naturally.
And again, later on in the article:
"54% believe that a hand-held metal detector might help identify pacemakers and other implantable devices that could explode"
> Doctors are pocketing almost £15m a year from grieving families in return for filling in simple forms sanctioning the release of the bodies of loved ones for cremation.
> "Ash cash" payments, as they are known by medical staff, are considered one of the perks of the job. Tales of junior doctors vying with each other to fill in the forms, for which they receive £73.50 a time, are legion. A junior doctor who blogs under the name "The Daily Rhino" has described ash cash "as the house officer's privilege, it is the fund for Thursday night drinks all over the country".