When people start giving you crap about your smoking habit, your obsession with hunting, or your frequent trips to Dillard’s, just remind them that at least you’re not licking your dead husband’s ashes right off the jar.
I know, it’s disgusting. Apparently (remember, I don’t watch TV), there is a program out there called “My Strange Addictions”, and this morning Paul J. and Chris Walton were talking about this widow that got hooked on eating her husband’s ashes. It is a sad story. This lady is only 26 and lost her husband to an asthma attack just two years after being married. She had him cremated and put his ashes in a box, which she takes with her everywhere she goes, including the grocery store and her bed. She’ll buy the ingredients and then go home to cook her (deceased) husband his favorite meals. I missed the reason she first started licking his ashes because I was hung up on the fact that I never cooked for my husband when I had one (and he was even alive), and here we have this lady that not only cooks, but she does it for someone who’s dead, and then she won’t even eat the food because it was specially prepared for him. Like licking the ashes wasn’t wrong enough.
After that first tasting, she found herself unable to stop and has already gone through a pound of her husband’s ashes, which only leaves her with five more to go. She’s worried she’ll eventually gulf the whole thing down and then she might have to kill herself.
I think she’s in some kind of center for disturbed people now, if you can believe that.
- After the Oinkari Basque Country trip
- “Zuretzako” in the Idaho Statesman