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	<description>Remember, I do this to entertain me... not you.</description>
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		<title>By: OldeForce</title>
		<link>http://www.saysuncle.com/2006/03/23/this_old_thing/comment-page-1/#comment-61432</link>
		<dc:creator>OldeForce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 09:15:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Told my wife to spray me down with some of that plastic goop you use on an outside deck,  then prop me up in a corner with a Dr. Pepper in my hand, and throw a party. Later she can replace the Dr. Pepper with a bird feeder and set me up in the backyard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Told my wife to spray me down with some of that plastic goop you use on an outside deck,  then prop me up in a corner with a Dr. Pepper in my hand, and throw a party. Later she can replace the Dr. Pepper with a bird feeder and set me up in the backyard.</p>
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		<title>By: _Jon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 22:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My family often has a case of beer in the trunk.
When someone goes for a &quot;smoke break&quot; at the viewing, a whole host of people go out to slam a beer and have a puff.  

On two occasions we&#039;ve had a visitor&#039;s phone go off at the funeral - and she couldn&#039;t get to it in her purse to shut it off.  The first time it was my fiancee at my step-mother&#039;s funeral.  The second time it was my sister at my fiancee&#039;s funeral.

Speaking of my fiancee&#039;s passing, I had a very uncomfortable conversation with a doctor at ICU just before My Love passed away.  He needed a sign-off on organs to be removed and donated.  It took quite a few &quot;go-arounds&quot; to get this guy to accept &quot;no&quot;.  I finally had to spell it out to him like this; 
&quot;Listen - she died of Lung Cancer that had metastasized to her brain, liver, and chest.  It probably had permeated *every* organ in her body.  We can&#039;t - with a clear conscience - donate an organ that may cause the recipient to get cancer.&quot;
&quot;So you don&#039;t want to donate any organs?&quot;
(This was the third time he asked that question.)
&quot;No.&quot;
&quot;Not even the eyeballs?&quot;
&quot;(sigh) Can you guarantee they don&#039;t have cancer and won&#039;t infect the recipient?&quot;
&quot;No.&quot;
&quot;Then no - not even the eyeballs.&quot;

I appreciate all that doctors do and all they go through.
But for crap&#039;s sake they can be callous sometimes....
(I can still see the conversation - the hallway, lighting, doctor&#039;s clipboard and pen - all of it.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My family often has a case of beer in the trunk.<br />
When someone goes for a &#8220;smoke break&#8221; at the viewing, a whole host of people go out to slam a beer and have a puff.  </p>
<p>On two occasions we&#8217;ve had a visitor&#8217;s phone go off at the funeral &#8211; and she couldn&#8217;t get to it in her purse to shut it off.  The first time it was my fiancee at my step-mother&#8217;s funeral.  The second time it was my sister at my fiancee&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p>Speaking of my fiancee&#8217;s passing, I had a very uncomfortable conversation with a doctor at ICU just before My Love passed away.  He needed a sign-off on organs to be removed and donated.  It took quite a few &#8220;go-arounds&#8221; to get this guy to accept &#8220;no&#8221;.  I finally had to spell it out to him like this;<br />
&#8220;Listen &#8211; she died of Lung Cancer that had metastasized to her brain, liver, and chest.  It probably had permeated *every* organ in her body.  We can&#8217;t &#8211; with a clear conscience &#8211; donate an organ that may cause the recipient to get cancer.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;So you don&#8217;t want to donate any organs?&#8221;<br />
(This was the third time he asked that question.)<br />
&#8220;No.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Not even the eyeballs?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;(sigh) Can you guarantee they don&#8217;t have cancer and won&#8217;t infect the recipient?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;No.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Then no &#8211; not even the eyeballs.&#8221;</p>
<p>I appreciate all that doctors do and all they go through.<br />
But for crap&#8217;s sake they can be callous sometimes&#8230;.<br />
(I can still see the conversation &#8211; the hallway, lighting, doctor&#8217;s clipboard and pen &#8211; all of it.)</p>
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