Look after yourself… pass it on

I don’t have a problem with an opt-out donor system, since when I die I don’t particularly give a toss what they do with my remaining corporeal slab o’spam. Give my organs for transplant, leave my hairy clackers on David Cameron’s desk as a practical joke, and sling what’s left in a skip for landfill.

I am in total agreement. My liver should be so knackered by the time I pop off this mortal coil, it might possibly be reinvented as a handbag for someone in need. Anyone is welcome to my anything that is of any use, including my fanjita, which if plasticised might make a contemporary vase. (Ancient joke ruthlessly plagiarised from Maureen Lipman.)

I’ve never heard it called a fanjita before. *raises eyebrow*

You need to get out more z!

I’m in agreement with everyone else here. I won’t be needing my liver and lights where I’m going, so let some other poor sod have them. There are thousands of people on the waiting list for transplants, and a serious shortage of donors. It seems ludicrous to me that people should die long before their time while perfectly good organs are left unavailable.

He needs to stay in more

I’ve signed up to the NHS organ donor register but, as they say, the most useful thing you can do is tell everyon you’ve signed up since, when it come to wanting your organs, you’re not in a position to tell ‘em it’s okay or consent

I thought this was a good idea too, mainly because I’m too lazy to sign up. There must be other people as lazy as me. If someone felt strongly enough that they didn’t want to give their organs away then they would make the effort to opt out.

This is a tricky one though - I’m happy for them to take what they want (as long as I’m definitely dead!) but Mr Man won’t want them to chop me about. Either way I won’t know or care because I’ll be dead.

Organ donation? Not bothered by the destination of your deceased form?

When I die, the ladies of this world will be deprived of my charm, wit, style, raging intellect and panache.

The least I could do is leave my temple behind.

I’m donating my body to The Louvre baby.

And if there’s any bits and pieces of us left over after our organs have been donated…then there’s always the “Soylent Green” option. Waste not want not.

I hope you`re not embarking on your early morning cornflakes as I relay this but I had to say……. I had a home birth with my daughter, nearly thirty years ago. After she was born, my hubby at the ready with frying pan and chopped onions, I asked the midwife if I could have my placenta to cook and eat. She didn`t move her facial muscles at all so I have no idea what she really thought about this, but she did say no, and took my dinner away in a plastic bag. I was most disappointed, I thought it sounded a pretty good idea, and so full of nutrition.

It was the Soylent Green connection reminded me guv…..

Scuse my stupidity but what is a Soylent Green?

Is it a type of apple? Or one of the colours on the new Dulux range?

As for my organs….they will be that yukky by the time of my departure that I reckon they will join a landfill in China.

And there was me coming on to try and have a serious debate about how in the mist of another lot of adversity one can get to the point of breaking nasty little habits with some hope of sticking to that.

The case for providing rehab for smokers. Discuss.

This might be of help to you Mandy

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070723/

Just to make it clear for those who don’t get the joke: in the movie of the same name, Soylent Green is a foodstuff that turns out to be recycled human flesh.

Thanks Beakie

You know times when you wish you hadn’t asked the question? This is one of them times. :>)

Next time I think I will ask what promoting good karma means.

Anyone for a Lion Bar?

Right must dash….need to safe some of my whining sxit for the next posting by Z