‘I will eat mum on Christmas day’: Grieving daughter to sprinkle mother’s ashes on turkey and pudding dinner.
Grieving Debra Parsons will have her mum Doreen for Christmas dinner this year – by scattering her ashes on the turkey then tucking in.
And for dessert she’ll enjoy Christmas Pud…with a dusting of her mum’s last remains too.
Debra, 41, has felt the urge to EAT Doreen’s ashes since she died in May and has had a small
spoonful most days to feel “as close as possible” to her.
mum
But as she faces Christmas without her, the craving has become even stronger.
“It is the only thing that will get me through my first Christmas without mum,” said Debra.
Now when I sprinkle Mrs. Dash on my food I have to wonder what they mean by that product name.
Get.
Help.
Now.
Holy crap! Looks like she been to a lot of funerals.
Mrs. Dash. LOLOLOLew.
I don’t know if it’s lawfully cannibalism because there is no flesh, etc. but the woman is pretty messed up in the head.
Grief is dealt with many different ways.
Unless Mom’s final exclamation was “Eat me!”, I don’t understand the gesture or the benefit.
So Mum will end up down the crapper 💩?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inubkn_TmUs
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Oh I never even thought of that. She gonna pass her mom as a turd. Why can’t she just let the woman rest in peace!?
Can someone explain to her she is already part of her mom through DNA. Gaaah. Psycho.
Sweet meteor of death, what are you waiting for?
Not really any of my business, but she looks as though she might want to back off on the whole eating thing……
Is this an urban legend? I once heard Keith Richards snorted some of his father’s ashes.
Now I need to look it up on the ever reliable internet.
Is she by any chance related to Keith Richards? All he did was mistakenly snort his dads ashes thinking they were cocaine. What’s up with the Brits, they’re almost a parody unto themselves just like Monty Python.
Judging from her picture it looks like she will eat just about everything.
I really think all the mental hospitals that were shut down not only need to be opened back up, but we need more of them.
I know this isn’t in this country, but we all know the insane here are going to read about it and think what a good idea it is. Hell, they’re likely to steal ashes to do it.
https://youtu.be/vWWg5shNWR4
It gives new meaning to the cannibal joke, Did you hear about the cannibal who passed his Grandmother in the woods.
It’s mental illness
According to this wapo article Keith mixed dads ashes with some blow and snorted it up. Of course, it’s the Washington Post, so who knows if it’s true.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/03/AR2007040301135.html
As for me, I’ll make some mommy carpaccio when the time comes.
No thanks my mom was too salty for my taste!
As for y’all, you can just kiss my ash. (wink wink)
she should whisk her into the gravy. she appears to really like gravy.
When my dog passed away a few years ago I found a hair of hers. It wasn’t very long. I looked upon it with grimm sadness and I put it in my mouth and swallowed it. I know that sounds certifiably insane but I just wanted a piece of her DNA inside me for all time. I have a Ziploc bag of her hair hanging in Man Cave.
But don’t worry. Nobody’s ashes are gonna be sprinkled on my frosted cupcake.
Thanks Wayne Krulka. I forgot about that episode. Great.
I ate my Aunt Jemima smothered in Mrs Butterworth.
She’s got a tattoo on her dewlap. I was going to call it her wattle, but stand corrected, I think.
So why doesn’t she just execute her disgusting plan without fanfare? Did she need to report it to the media?
On some level I understand this and have been exposed to it before. About 20 years ago, a dear friend of mine lost her four-year-old son in a very tragic accident (brakes went out on her husband’s truck, Bobby was in the driveway, and you can guess the rest). The child was cremated, and the mother grieved heavily for quite a time. She admitted to me one day that she had opened up her son’s urn and put a small piece of bone fragment in her mouth. She said she chewed it up and swallowed it and it gave her some measure of comfort. I didn’t totally understand it at the time and still don’t, but it comforted her, helped bring her out of her grief, and it wasn’t hurting anyone.
I get that it doesn’t hurt anyone. However, publicizing a woman who takes eating disorder to whole other level tends to A, give license to another person who wants to up the game, and B, is more gas for the wheels-coming-off dumpster fire that we really don’t need, KWIM? She needs validation or notoriety? Take it someplace else.
The neck tattoos don’t help.
Hope the woman likes her condicorpsements coarse. Cremains are about like ground up sidewalk.
Rosalind, I can’t disagree with a thing you said.
I’m not reading “more.”
I’m sorry I read that far.
I could have done without this kind of sick trash.
“Oh I never even thought of that. She gonna pass her mom as a turd.”
I don’t think her appetite ends there.
Meh, it probably pairs well with the rest of traditional English cuisine.
Totally phucked up
No. Just. No. Just. Sick.
At first glance, I was thinking blood pudding.
She must be striving for reverse microchimerism.
This is what happens when a culture abandons religion and ritual and and societal norms: individuals make up their own. So, instead of funerals in churches and burials in cemeteries, we have cremation followed by urns on the mantle and skattering of ashes everywhere. And now this. And don’t even get me started on those ghoulish “Drive Safely / In Memory Of” signs on the highways,and byways…
It’s all a big misunderstanding due to a missing comma.
Someone said “Let’s eat grandma.”
What they meant was: “Let’s eat, grandma.”
Plot twist: The daughter lied. Mom wasn’t cremated after all.
(Cue Twilight Zone theme)
She looks like she’s eaten most of her family already.
Most Crematoria add wood to the process because a totally burned body leaves very little ash.
Meanwhile, getting back to religion and ritual:
“And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.”
“Mommy, i have a bone to pick with you….”
I recall some aboriginals who ate pieces of their dead in a ritualistic way.
National Geographic, I think.
Can’t remember the details. But they weren’t white people.
Not that THAT matters …
izlamo delenda est …
Oh, and not like the Mau-Maus of Kenya who ate the brains of murder victims (usually infants and toddlers) in “Oathing Ceremonies.”
izlamo delenda est …