I’ve got a few years before 40, and I’m 4/4! Finally, I’m ahead of the curve for once
nah, buried them all. Gotta dig the full 6 feet trust me
Shit
41 and I have the weird collection (pro wrestling memorabilia from before 1980. Toronto specific preferred) But I don’t have the friends or pet ashes, I have jars full of my live parrots feathers, which I guess is another weird collection.
I only have the first item.
Gotta get on it!
I have a pet buried in the back yard, does that count?
No, because you have to take your Lil buddy to the vet to get euthanized before you get ashes. Part of the fun trauma of this age is having to be old enough to make that decision. That today is fluffy’s last day on earth. Then you get to be guilted by the vet into buying some sort of memorial package in a moment of weakness.
Having your pal turn up toes at home is what gets you a backyard burial. Not awful enough, sorry friend.
Oh, you can have them cremated even if they died peacefully at home, either through a vet or by dealing directly with a pet crematorium. And you can take the body home to bury in the yard even if you’ve put them to sleep.
Nope we did that. Vet just came to the house.
And yes that was the absolute hardest thing I’ve ever done. We scheduled it on a Friday and had to wait an entire weekend for it to happen on Monday. I am a 54 year old man and I cried like a little baby the whole weekend.
And they did indeed have a brochure of things to memorialize your pet. This was pretty recent so the brochure is actually still on the mantle.
So I’m thinking it does count 😏
If you have a collection of pets ashes, does that count for both? Also, did they have to be my pets?
2 out of 4 ain’t bad, but there’s still a little time left for me.
Do the ashes of friends, and family count?
Yes, yes they do
Time to visit my far away friends and start a collecting of their ashes
46
- several friends 8000 km away, check!
- several, check!
- no ashes, but buried in a special creepy place in the backyard. We used to keep my mom’s ashes around until we buried her. Technically I could get her ashes back back. Check!
- several: mineral samples from places I’ve hiked, books, stamps, old hard disks, DVD and VHS movies, CDs…
I feel accomplished. Thanks people!
A weird collection of chronic mental illness, am I right?
Shit bro that was my 30s
my weird collection was beer and soda equipment, now in my mid 30s I’m thinking taxidermy will be my next hobby.
What the fuck
This is why Im interested, they have really cool work. I love their rats and mice. But they also do bugs. They offer workshops and shit to.
The logical conclusion of this is a beer tap where the beer comes out of a taxidermied cats mouth. You’re never lonely when you’re drinking with old friends!
That’s not a bad idea, I know a few bars that would absolutely love that shit.
Hey, there’s nothing weird about my collections of vinyl records and German beer steins and uranium glass and sterling silver and quack medical devices and watches and books and pewter and brass and guitars and cameras.
I honestly started off with the intent of being funny, and then I realized how many fucking collections I have, and now I don’t really know what to do with myself.
You march your butt down to Lowes to get those big black totes so you can pile your collected items into them and stow them in a neat stack in the garage so that you have space for more collectibles. That’s what you do with yourself. Don’t forget the label maker!
You collect collections.
I dub the Collectorius, the Collections Collector!
Damn, I checked the last of those boxes last year and I’m not even 30.
