So right now I am in the middle of a book called "Stiff" by Mary Roach. The post script to the title is "The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers". I have dove head first into this fascinating book, and so far I think I will be a little changed by it. Roach is hysterical, lending a sort of tongue in cheek humor to an otherwise dour and morbid subject. This does not prove any more true than when she gets a forensic scientist to concede that yes, decomposing cadavers do in fact fart. (Not intentionally, of course, but the basic process is still there.)
She certainly does lend her own unique and feminine perspective to this rarely sought after topic, going so far as to tell a ballistic specialist that a hollow point bullet being used in an experiment was "cute". So far, so good, I must say. Ms. Roach has another book, this one called "Spook: Science tackles the afterlife". I wonder if she has a psychiatrist on retainer. If the second novel is anything like "Stiff", it will be a wild and entertaining ride. While I would love to get into more of the juicy details of the book and how it has changed my perspective on a great many things, it is late and I am tired. But not to fear, I am only halfway through the book! Plenty still yet to come. Until we meet again, San Francisco.