The musician Burial, in a 2007 interview with Emmy Hennings:

“There’s a Playstation game called Forbidden Siren,” he continues. “I’m always well moody at it for thinking of that name first, because I can’t use it! Well, I can,” – you can almost hear him smiling – “I think I might just use it anyway, but it doesn’t sound so good, ’cos I blatantly stole it off of a game. I love that phrase because a siren is this thing – I thought it was just a siren on a police car or whatever, but I found out – it’s like a girl singing, but far away. You just hear it carried on the air and you’re drawn towards it. I fucking love that. I don’t want a singer, you know, I don’t want a vocalist. I actually want it to sound like I’ve got one of these things singing in my tunes: a siren, or something not human that I’ve got chained up in the yard. And that might sound pretentious as fuck, but I don’t mean it to be. To have that kind of longing to be taken away, or like something from the past. Something more scary, outside of yourself, that’s trying to draw you away from the world.”

A bill in Washington state would allow the composting of human remains

Y’all should send me your favorite death jokes/memes! I really need a good laugh.

I made a blog site elsewhere to make posts, share my experiences, and get my thoughts out on a more personal level. (Don’t worry: this is still my community-based blog, and it’s not going anywhere). I’m unsure if I want to keep it going or not, but I’d have to gauge interest. How many people would be interested in reading my blog? I don’t want to be writing to an empty audience.

I just wanted to extend a welcome and thank you to all of my followers. It’s amazing to see such a huge death positivity community on tumblr!

I wanted to let everyone know that my submit box is open, and you are welcome at any time to submit your photos, stories, thoughts, and questions. I want this to be a thought-provoking community that draws everyone a little closer to death acceptance!

What would you want done to your body after you die?

Buried? Cremated? Thrown to the wolves?

So yeah, I’m rewatching Saiyuuki Zeroin, because yeah, it’s Even a Worm and that’s awesome and I will *never* get tired of it existing finally in anime form.

But rewatching the scene where the gang face off to Ukoku and picked up on the banter between them, with Gojou (and then Gokuu) describing Sanzou as a battered up dustcloth. (boro-zoukin)…

This may seem like a very random and weird thing to get caught up on, but it’s one of the things I love about this series. That even though it’s been going on for such a long time, there are little moments where a scene nods back to another scene. Of course, in real-time, both Burial and Even a Worm come from the Reload manga, so they weren’t actually written as far apart as they were animated. But still, it’s a nice little touch all the same.

In the Burialarc, which tracks the group back in the early days of their acquaintance, long before the minus wave and their journey West, Sanzou tries to get Gojou and Hakkai to sort out a bunch of temple thieves for him. Both refuse - Gojou saying he doesn’t want to do Sanzou’s dirty work and Hakkai saying he wants to live a quiet life now he has his new identity. Sanzou gets annoyed with them and tells them that ‘dirty dustcloths have jobs they’re suited for’. 

The dustcloths, of course, are Gojou and Hakkai, who, in dealing with the aftermath of one of Gojou’s unfriends getting him in trouble, accidentally end up dealing with the problem anyway. When Sanzou asks what changed their mind, Hakkai tells him that ‘dirty dustcloths have their own uses’, or something along those lines.

So back to the Even a Worm (Zeroin) arc, the Ukoku confrontation, and Gojou calling Sanzou a battered up dustcloth. When Sanzou objects at this label, Hakkai asks him what exactly is wrong with a dustcloth getting battered about, anyway? 

 Sanzou, having had almost his own words thrown back at him, gets the point.

This moment when they’re reunited, four dirty dustcloths on the road of life…is just a nice touch. Those little details that underpin the bond between these four on their journey is something that I really like to see.

It’s not about the destination, but the journey. But most of all, the bonds along the way. 

habtrashery:

“In The Wee Free Men, the village has a tradition of burying a shepherd with a piece of wool on his shroud, so that the recording angel will excuse him all those times during lambing when he failed to attend church — because a good shepherd should know that the sheep come first. I didn’t make that up. They used to do that in a village two miles from where I live. What I particularly liked about it was the implicit loyalist arrangement with God. Americans, I think, sometimes get puzzled by people in Ireland who call themselves loyalists yet would apparently up arms against the forces of the crown. But a loyalist arrangement is a dynamic accord. It doesn’t mean we will be blindly loyal to you. It means we will be loyal to you if you are loyal to us. If you act the way we think a king should act, you can be our king. And it seemed to me that these humble people of the village, putting their little piece of wool on the shroud, were saying, “If you are the God we think you are, you will understand. And if you are not the God we think you are, to Hell with you.” So much of Discworld has come from odd serendipitous discoveries like that.”

—  - Terry Pratchett, “Straight from the Heart, via the Groin,” A Slip of the Keyboard(viathelonelyskeptic)