I hear we taste like pork - but maybe it would require a rather good apple sauce to go with us. I must admit that I would only indulge if the fare was upper-class. I wouldn’t like anything that had been “basted” or fed on a diet of McFats and lager. I would rather have free-range aristocracy.
I guess once I'm dead I really don't concern myself with what they do with my carcass. In that in between stage though, when they're trying to sell off your parts, that is where I am concerned.
I may or may not have told this story but this seems like a good time to retell it.
My ex-wife, one of Jehovah's Witnesses her entire life told me this. She had an aunt who was JW also and needed a kidney removal. That was the doctor's determination. Surgeon gets inside of our sister and sees that she has three kidneys, not two. In a flash, surgeon determines the dollar amount for the extra kidney that she didn't know she had anyway. You with me so far? We are Jehovah's Witnesses and we don't take blood transfusions and worse come to worst, we accept our fate. Those who judge us with words have no idea what commitment really means.
You know where this story ends. Auntie died on the operating table. The surgeon could not contain what the attending nurses saw so he came clean about wanting to sell the extra kidney. Our sister, my ex-wife's aunt, is still dead to this day because of him. God rest her soul.
That was the state of healthcare in the 1970s.
Where do you suppose we are right now?