One of my current favorite songs is "Organ Donor" by Jeremy Messersmith. It's a great song with a really fun video. I think one of the reasons I like this song so much is because I'm a pretty morbid person.
I guess in order to be in a field like forensic anthropology, one has to have a certain level of tolerance for all things "grave," but I think that sometimes I take this a few steps beyond the normal levels of morbidness. Today for instance, we had an outdoor grave-excavation exercise for our field methods class, and as I was digging, I noticed how soft the dirt was. I said to my friend working next to me, "this is really nice dirt; if I were going to be buried alive, I would want to be buried under dirt like this." He gave me a really weird look, but come on, if you're going to be buried alive, it would be much more pleasant with nice soft mineral-loam than with rocks. And if you think about it, that's showing how optimistic I am, looking for the silver lining even while being prematurely-interred.
When I'm not being terribly morbid, I'm being quite domestic (but probably also a little bit morbid even still). I'm making some awesome soup right now, using the leftover ham bone from Easter dinner. However, as this ham bone soup is simmering, I am reminiscing about the days when I would process skeletal remains in a slow cooker (but my soup smells a heck of a lot better--probably the bay leaves). The funny and morbid thing is that the idea of making soup sort of came after the idea to process the knee joint and keep for zooarcheological study. How efficient is that? If you're going to be processing remains, might as well make some soup!
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