> “What is that?” I ask, pointing to one of the silver trays of remains.
> “That’s a bone fragment. Probably a disc vertebrae,” Koslovski says, adding, “You can learn anatomy here.”
> “These are green,” I say.
> “I don’t know why. It could be something the person was treated with. It’s hard to say. It could have been cancer.”
> The crematorium puts the bones and ash that remain into a pulverizer, not unlike a food processor. The remains are then put through a sieve and into a container for the family—but not always.
If the average person knew this, would they still regard cryonics as creepy and gross by comparison?
> “That’s a bone fragment. Probably a disc vertebrae,” Koslovski says, adding, “You can learn anatomy here.”
> “These are green,” I say.
> “I don’t know why. It could be something the person was treated with. It’s hard to say. It could have been cancer.”
> The crematorium puts the bones and ash that remain into a pulverizer, not unlike a food processor. The remains are then put through a sieve and into a container for the family—but not always.
If the average person knew this, would they still regard cryonics as creepy and gross by comparison?