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Remembering Percy Bysshe Shelley

img_6112On July 8, 1882, less than a month shy of his 30th birthday, poet Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned with two companions when his small sailboat encountered a storm off the Northwest coast of Italy.

His wife, Mary Shelley, would claim years later that the custom built boat had a defect in its construction and was not seaworthy, however most experts believe that despite her assertion and other theories involving pirates and assassination plots, a death wish on Shelley’s part, and even an alleged deathbed confession involving a local fisherman claiming to have rammed Shelley’s boat in order to rob him, that it was simply poor seamanship and the severe storm that was responsible for the vessel’s destruction.

Due to his extreme politics for the time, both socially and religiously, and his reckless behavior, Shelley did not find fame or even the widespread publication of his poetry during his lifetime. Fearing charges of blasphemy or sedition for his political and religious views, many publishers refused his work and what was published was done anonymously or for private distribution. His popularity was limited to other poets and literary circles for decades after his death, many of the Romantic, Victorian and Pre-Raphaelite schools, and including the poets Robert Browning, Alfred Lord Tennyson and Dante Gabriel Rossetti, who are featured prominently in Matthew Pearl’s recent novel, The Dante Chamber.

In 2008, “The Original Frankenstein” was published with Percy Shelley credited as coauthor, given the extensive alterations and contributions he is alleged to have made to Mary Shelley’s story. Some believe the couple conspired to give Mary sole credit for the work despite the bulk of the novel having been written by Percy, however much of the evidence to the support that is dismissed as anecdotal or coincidental.

img_6123After his drowning on July 8, Percy Bysshe Shelley’s body washed ashore and later, according to quarantine regulations, was cremated on the beach near Viareggio. The Funeral of Shelley by Louis Édouard Fournier depicts the cremation of Shelley on the beach with Edward John Trelawny, Leigh Hunt and Lord Byron in the foreground, and Mary Shelley kneeling behind them; despite Mary not being allowed to attend, Hunt remaining in his carriage and Byron leaving early, unable to bear the entire process. Based on the graphic description Trelawny offered later of the condition Shelley’s body was recovered in, this reaction on Byron’s part is not surprising.

Byron later said of his friend, “I never met a man who wasn’t a beast in comparison to him”. This was a more sentimental reaction than the English newspaper The Courier offered when announcing the avowed atheist’s death, “Shelley, the writer of some infidel poetry, has been drowned; now he knows whether there is God or no,” because what good is a newspaper if not to have the last word on a man’s tragic death?


Do Your Part to Stop the Apocalypse

Death.  Its been on my mind.  Most days I drive home from work past a cemetery, a beautiful, sprawling park-like place enclosed with a lovely stone wall and complete with a little pond somewhere in there.  It’s nice as cemeteries go but it’s in driving past and noticing the sheer number of tombstones and mausoleums and memorial obelisks that I can’t help but think what a waste of fucking space that is.

and the music sucks…

Cremation is really the way to go and not just as a great space saver, but let’s face it: land, they’re not making any more of it and it’s getting harder to steal from the Injuns.

Ask anyone, the business of forced relocation just isn’t what it used to be—purely from a financial standpoint.  Plus, unless you want a few dozen acres of rotted out double wides, some twenty year old cars with no engines propped up on cinder blocks and a few piles of burning tires, that land isn’t worth much anyway.

Funerals are expensive, as anyone who watches a lot of daytime television can tell you—or probably anyone who’s ever had to pay for one.  They might know, too.  But according to my five entire minutes of research on, the average cost has apparently risen since the last AARP supplemental insurance commercial I saw; up about a grand or two in the last couple years. 

Let’s break down the typical costs involved in a funeral:

Casket will run between $600 – $10,000, but the average casket cost: $2500

(clearly this isn’t the average of the two prices I mentioned, but that’s what eHow said, so perhaps they meant the average cost of caskets that have been purchased within a whatever span of time, and not simply the average cost of all models available.)

Funeral director fees $1400

Embalming $600

Calling hours $400

Ceremony $450

Transportation $625

Misc. (obituary writing, permits, register book) $500

Then you have your cemetery costs

Burial plot $1000

Opening and closing the grave $500

(because what good is a grave if you can’t get into it?)

Gravestone $1500

(unless you opt for a solar-powered video tombstone to play a little movie, those are as much as $6000,  but totally worth it when instead of that beautiful farewell you filmed, your family accidentally uploads the video of the Fourth of July party when you taught your nephew how to shotgun Red Dog tall boys and then fell into the fire pit)

So… give or take, yeah, you’re looking at around $10,000

Ten thousand dollars to take up space on a plot of land that would be a great shopping plaza.  There isn’t a Subway or Coldstone within at least half a mile of that cemetery, so that’d be a great location for both if not for all those pesky dead people.  Just laying about too, the lazy bastards.  In hermetically sealed bronze double-lined caskets no less, that cost more then my car.  Not even fertilizing the ground around them.  That’s just plain selfish. 

So yeah, they’re just laying around and not even being visited by anyone.  Well that’s why everyone is hanging onto this idea of cemeteries and burial plots and memorials, isn’t it?  So the living can go visit them, find some closure in their loss by talking to a slab of rock and pretending that person is still there, hanging around just in case you had a bad day.  I’m not saying it isn’t therapeutic.  I’m not saying it doesn’t help, that leaving flowers for their birthday or planting a little flag on Memorial Day doesn’t maintain one’s relationship with the dead.  But when was the last time you did it?

10k.  For all that.  For nothing. 

That’s a lot of Twinkies, that’s all I’m saying.

And what’s the average cost of cremation, your basic bare bones cremation?  $1000.

Now that can change; it can be more depending on the services you want, casket rental for the viewing, that kind of thing, but that’s still a big chunk you don’t have to worry about.  When really all you need to do is throw them in the oven and invite everyone out to a decent place and spend a few hundred on the open bar, maybe some food, and get just as much accomplished as a wake and a funeral and a ceremony at the funeral home before the funeral and standing around a grave  after the funeral and what to do with the flowers and where should the breakfast be—

Is it worth it?  Burn the body, Irish wake.  That’s what I say.

Saving space and saving money, those are two solid reasons to opt for cremation over burial.  But here’s the most important reason, the one that beats out the other two hands down: fucking Zombies.

Do your part to stop the zombie uprising with cremationHow do you win a war?  Limit your enemy’s ability to reinforce itself.  Yeah, modern warfare is less about throwing people at each other and more about bombs, but someone has to build them, someone  has to design them, design and build the systems that launch them, so it still comes down to people, to manpower. 

The most important thing to do after a war is what?  Yeah, it’s to fuck.  You need to repopulate.  You have to because you can bet the country you just trounced is doing it too.  Wars don’t end, they just take time off.  If you don’t rebuild and repopulate between rounds, you lose.

So, zombies.  The living dead, the dead rising from graves and bursting from morgues and climbing from the rubble of forgotten war zones, and they come to consume the world. 

Death and taxes, those are the only two things you can count in life, right?  So whether you like it or not, we’re reinforcing our enemy.  We’re going to die.  And when we do we’re going to rise.  And eat the living.  It’s the circle of life.

Cremation is the only option.

I’m not saying we should start digging up cemeteries and burning the rotting remains therein, but that’d be something to see wouldn’t it? 

Driving past a cemetery and seeing a thousand open graves with flames raging from them?  Probably piss someone off though.  Desecrating graves, molesting bodies—and molesting is the right term, look it up, I’m not being perverted—tends to rub people the wrong way, even if it is for the greater good.

And it probably would be in our best interest to destroy the bodies that are already in the ground.  It’d be a good job for hobos, like the work programs during the New Deal, but instead of building dams and interstates they’d be digging up graves.  But either we destroy them before they rise or after, deciding when it happens is only a question of how many lives you’d like to save.

Zombies are coming, it’s only a matter of time and it’s unavoidable.  But we don’t have to strengthen the enemy’s numbers.  If everyone starts cremating now at least we can limit their numbers and have a fighting chance.

Besides, that cemetery I pass on my way home would be a great location for a new Wal-Mart.

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