"What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so."
- Hamlet, scene ii
I was in Cagayan de Oro lately to visit the house there and prepare it for the next couple who'd be renting it for a year. I also took time to see Mom's friends and thank those who sent flowers, cards and offered prayers. As for the rest, I had to recount - albeit too painfully - the circumstance of her passing. I hate having to do this.
Anyway, while cleaning the house, I came upon a set of human bones - yes, real ones! - which I recall we "borrowed" from medical school many years back and which we (conveniently) "forgot" to return. Mom has nicknamed the skull, Yurik, and lights a candle for it every November 1. As for the rest of the bones, they seem to me like a mismatch from different people - or whatever was left of them anyway.
I am at a loss as to how to deal with these. Bury them in the garden, perhaps? Any smart ideas?