Imagine you lost your mother, after an illness, at the hospital. In as much as any death is easy, hers is… and then it starts.
Months later, after much legal fighting, they finally give you her mortal remains– a couple of tissue samples in little boxes, kept behind the secretary’s counter for when you came in to get them for a proper burial. You’re handed the shoebox and told to sign here, here and here, be careful, those are bio waste.
Horrifying, isn’t it?
How about this: