The Hastings Borough Council in East Sussex has found the ultimately reusable energy source: people. It is the energy version of Soylent Green. The city will be drawing heat from the burning of bodies from crematoriums.
The plan will require a £800,000 refit to the crematoriums. It will ultimately not just be used for heat but electricity, so that you can work out on that treadmill while being powered by Uncle Fred. If the idea of being turned into a human briquette is not appealing, consider the discount you can receive by leaving your body not to science but to your power company. After all, when you call yourself the “power people,” you are perfectly set up for the transition from fossil fuels to cce, cadaver combustible energy.
Where is Charlton Heston when you need him?
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It really is Soylent Green heat! This is one “renewable” energy source that I didn’t think of. It is also a sick idea.
What a creepy way to start my day … fossil fuel duel.
And people in power are really doing this? From the emotional response, it is repulsive. From the practical stand point really whats the difference. If this one come from the dead back we really do have the potential for a pissed off poltergeist. Imagine the scene from Ghost Busters and Gargoyles coming to life……creepy….
England!
You have truly lost your collective mind.
(Buddha rolls up his dog beating newspaper.)
Bad country! Get under the porch! BAD BAD COUNTRY!
You know, the CCD’s and the ridiculous laws were enough to discourage traveling to England.
Congratulations on sealing the deal.
Overheard at a funeral home in England: “I know you’re sad, son, but look at it this way–Grandma’s goin’ green and she’ll keep us warm tonight.”
That’s one interesting crematory story.
Going soylent green … creepy.
I’m from England and will usually defend the Country no matter what. Sometimes these ridiculous County Councils just go too far though, almost makes me nervous about heading home in a couple of weeks.
Buddha is Laughing
England!
You have truly lost your collective mind.
(Buddha rolls up his dog beating newspaper.)
Bad country! Get under the porch! BAD BAD COUNTRY!
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LOL! Thanks, that made my day.
In the US we call em: “death panel”, in the UK, they’re called “energy drinks”! Either way, it’s the govt. using grandma to save some money.
Here’s something for do-it-yourselfers who would like to burn their own family members to produce heat–but who also want to show funerary respect and don’t want to just toss Grandma and Grandpa into the fireplace.
From eHow–How to Build a Funeral Pyre:
http://www.ehow.com/how_2226696_build-funeral-pyre.html
Elaine,
Personally I’ve wanted a Viking funeral ever since seeing the Blake Edwards movie “S.O.B.” as a kid. Those guys knew how to party.
Stel,
You are most welcome. One lives to be of service.
BIL–
I’m not sure you’d qualify for a Viking funeral–unless, of course, you’ve done some raping and pillaging in your lifetime.
I’ll check with Kirk Douglas and Tony Curtis.
Dogonehitall, my post was lost and I caint remember what I writ. Anyway, ‘The Vikings’ soundtrack that is playing during the funeral and continuing through the end credits prompted me as a young lad in 1959 to take an even greater interest in music than before—much to the chagrin and ribbin’ of my football teammates.
The best part of the main theme song is when a Viking is playing it through the huge horn at 4:05 with the Viking ship sailing through a real-life fjord when Ragnar returns from the usual everyday Vikin’ rape, killin’ and plunderin’.
One scene early in the movie—amongst others—was pretty risqué for 1959 and complemented my National Geographic magazines as prepubescent erotic entertainment.
I’ll have to admit I’m not much on the raping and pillaging. Maybe a Viking Lite funeral. Instead of a pyre on my ship, put me on a rubber raft and shoot bottle rockets at it. I’m easy to please. Especially when I’m dead.
I was feeling amiss at missing the “White Heat” film reference Bob caught on another thread, so to make myself feel better, I present more English people being set on fire.
http://s0.ilike.com/play#The+Doors:Light+My+Fire:14871:s51705421.12757312.12740719.0.2.163%2Cstd_0fe36b9e82bc4283afc34b87c43f033d
Buddha:
you would need a dog at your feet, cats dont count. At least not with Vikings.
Would Wayne do the honors?
Byron,
I’ve got dogs too. I’m bi-pet-ual.
Although, if I wanted them both buried with me, I guess I could go Egyptian. But a pyramid seems a bit excessive and I just don’t think Ramses Is Laughing has the right ring to it.
wHAT do the cats have to say about that? I know the dogs could give a sh . . . as long as they get a pat on the head and 2 squares a day.
I’m thinking they like nothing but for me to do as I’m told. As in feed, pet, clean box, repeat. On their schedule. They are cats after all. That they are spoiled has absolutely every, er, nothing to do with it either.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.