Rucky you are, this week and next, two-pair you will get.
CTHULHU, the sleeping, mountain-sized tentacle-headed monster spawned from the skull of Mr. LOVECRAFT, almost like Athena's birth from Zeus. He, who will "awaken" "when the stars are aligned" to destroy Earth and everyone on it. (The Mayan's never predicted that one either; nor their own enslavement, so, cant revive the dead horse! :-)
The oddest bit about Mr. LOVECRAFT's Cthulhu concept, I think, is the "religion" around it. Its Dystopic. As the sub-plot thread goes, that when Cthulhu wakes up and starts destroying the world, you worship him in the hopes of being among the first eaten! They are that hopeless NOW; that the "chosen ones" die first "honorably"! Good thing its fiction.
-DB
CEMETERIES, the place where our "skin-suit" goes when humans and the occasional "pet" are off to our next reincarnation. A sort of communal Heroon, where our current dependents and future descendants may come and commit acts of ancestor worship. Being so... orderly, there is lack of individuality, and the odd forcing left, right, head, and toes, absolutely forced to be around complete fucking strangers.
Logically, SOMEthing must be done, so why not a place away from the living, so THOUGHTS of the dead do not "intrude" on the living?
Replace "thoughts" with "smell", and "dead" with "rotting-garbage", and you figure that the cemetery and trash-collection agency are two branches of the same organization :-/
At least with cremation, you and your family can have a private Heroon; an altar devoted to your ancestors, with flowers, their autobiographies on attached book-shelf, and little prayer candles in front of their urns, pictures and incense too. Who knows, maybe the stuff on their altar will remind you enough about them to eventually discover who or what they reincarnated as? Purring black cat, playing in the moon light; Crow or Raven, cloud surfing the thermals; bats, off to find the best deals on fruit; raccoons, chattering away as they wash their food...
-DB
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