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June 02, 2008 |
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Don't Put Tippy to Sleep
FOUND by Dana
in Seattle, Washington
I found this page in a diary in a thrift store.
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to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
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creepy. Something tells me Kelli never should have eaten those mushrooms.
Max, how the hell can you be buiried ABOVE the ground? Huh?
Oh, everyone, if I've lost my life somehow, and you're still alive, I want a green funeral, okay? But don't leave me anywhere near Max and Tippy.
I wonder if Max and Tippy are still alive now, or if they are RIP-ing side by side in a grave above the ground.
I have noticed that novice letter-writers often mistakenly put a comma after "Dear." It reads as if they had to pause and think before deciding who to write to.
too bad it wasn't addressed to Kellis Dairy.. we might be able to make some sort of joke about "creamation."
I always hated how little space those "diaries" gave for writing your day's deep thoughts, dilemmas, and details. Go for the Five subject Mead! Ramble on!
in new orleans, everyone is "buried" above ground, in mausoleums.
Max is my dog's name. He probably wrote this about his crush.
Although writing in other people's diary is generally wrong, this is an exception.
Since Tippy and Max are both clearly DOGS, the miracle to focus on is that Max can write!
The closest my cat can get to that - is pooping on the carpet.
Awww! Max's first will... How sweet!
lol. i made a typo when typing my location, i typed it 'dieary' at first. Now i forgot what i was going to say.... oh well
that max is a sensitive dog. And afraid of the dark, apparently.
This is creepy...maybe Max is the family cat and has a soft spot for Tippy, the family's poodle.
I had a dog named Tippy and a grandfather named Max. Too bad my name isn't Kelli.
Here's something spooky: if you go to the online version of Kelli's Diary at
http://www.deardiary.com/diary/kelli/
you'll find that ALL the entries have been erased, deleted, or even never input. What's up with that? Did Kelli get so upset with Max for hogging the first page with his possible suicide threat that she just ditched the whole project?
Librarian you always come up with the coolest websites. My fear is that something sinister has happened to Kelli, Tippy and Max.
Either that or they've moved to a lovely vacation cottage on the Isle of Wight with no electrical service.
This doesn't look like very masculine writing.
My first guess was that Max is Kelli's brother and wanted to make sure somebody in his family knew his final wishes.
It's funny how sometimes serious and morbid things plague a childs' mind. When I was younger I wrote out a fake "will," dispersing my most prized belongings to friends and family.
So, if Max dies before Tippy, is Kelli supposed to prop him up in the corner until Tip kicks it?
We all laugh my friends, but my aunt was a majordomo for a wacky old lady who lived in an old funeral home. And the old lady stipulated in her will that her TWO YEAR OLD dog be put to sleep and buried with her when she died.
They didn't do it. The kept the dog, who lived another ten or twelve years and then buried him a few feet down either next to or on top of her, I don't remember.
So Kelli is a medium who channels Max's canine/feline thoughts and wishes. And apparently, she's also in contact with diaries -- leaving messages and instructions for them to carry out. What is the diary supposed to do to take care of Max's and Tippy's funeral arrangements? It is just a sorry collection of pages strewn with (pre-)adolescent angst and narcissism. Dogs and cats talking to diaries about their postmortem plans? Truly pointless. The diary might as well tell Max to protect her from being shipped off to a thrift store. Oh, maybe she did and the dog -- dead or alive -- was incapable of honoring that wish.
The diary ending up at a thrift store is the most pathetic element of this story. Most of our lives are pretty meaningless and insignificant (i.e. our journals won't likely make their way into a extensive biography or even a library archive) but I'd like to think my a couple of generations would keep my journals around before discarding them -- and that they wouldn't donate them to the Disabled Veterans to be hawked for 15 cents.
Egads! The loss of dignity. Forget Max and Tippi. Kelli's life is musty fodder alongside seventy-five volumes of heavily used Harlequin romances. Oh! The humanity!
Dear Kelli's diary,
Kelli if you read this, and I'm still alive somehow, and you are still alive, I really want to feel your boobies. And if you are somehow not still alive, can I still have a free look? Thanx, Max
My! Max certainly is loyal to his pet - I presume it's a dog. Although, "Tippy" could be the name of a gerbil or parakeet. Who knows.
Here, Tip! Here! Does anybody remember reading that at school? BTW, I got a difficult spam question. Had to get the calculator out
Nice of Max to allow Tippy to live a full life - as though Kelli needed Max's permission.
I actually think this is very moving and not a suitable subject for silly comments. Ah well.
Just put yourself in the place of this dignifed and caring child devoted to his/her pet.
Reminds me of 'In Hevan', my favourite Find ever:
http://www.foundmagazine.com/comments/1048
I somehow thought that Tippy was a gerbil or hamster. Seems appropriate. I'm not sure if I should be happy that Tippy gets to live a long full life, or if I'm sad that Max thinks he won't need Tippy in the next life :(
I find this very familiar ...as a child I often had morbid nightmares or thoughts of disasters taking my life in high school I always believed I would get blown up or shot. So I always made sure to tell friends and family my final wishes along with a will. I think I started around five or six.
Now I have a question for you all can anyone think of a way to dispose of my body while respecting my wishes. I'm still not sure I can >.<
No fire is to touch my body end of story not negotiable!
I'd prefer not to be buried in the earth or above as it seems like a waste.
However I'd like to have a place where those who feel the need can visit.
I thought perhaps at sea but I really think I want a specific location.
Current thoughts are possibly a memmorial stone or plaque somewhere special and the body possibly donated to science.It'd be nice to be helpful even after life. Still I'm curious if anyone has other ideas.
@ Clover – re: “Dear ,” – I think that’s straight out of a template for a letter! (They forgot to put “[insert addressee’s name here]” in the template, before the comma.
@ Creamating – Yanno, kids don’t always think of all the contingencies.. what *do* we do with Max if he ‘kicks the bucket’ before Tippy? Glad I’m not Kelli with this diary!!
@ Lalasmama – I love your story of defying the Last Will & Testament. Very good decision!
@ Jonathan – Thanks for hevan.
Max is goin’ thru it somehow… Wonder where they are now? (Above ground?)
@Still in confusion ...
I'm thinking either the bottom of a lake (rocks in your pocket and/or cement shoes), as long as it's not a lake upstream from my drinking water supply; OR a crack in a high mountain glacier (used to be good for years, but these days maybe not so good); OR perhaps getting lost in a really deep, long cavern (wouldn't be buried in the sense of dirt in your ears and nose, though it would still be underground); OR just hike out into the desert, Grand Canyon, etc., where you'll collapse and dessicate (or be torn to shreds by coyotes ... but no fire).
Most of these options would seem to give your survivors a pleasant place to stand and remember you while sun, rain, or snow covers them (and what's left of you).
Oh, what about getting locked in the attic of a beautiful, but abandoned, house high on a hill?
@ still in confusion.... - I recently saw the exhibit called "Body Worlds" at a local science center. People arrange to have their bodies donated after they pass away. Then this group of scientists use this process called Plastination to preserve the body... If you're wanting to possibly donate your body, it's an idea. And I am sure you could probably stipulate that certain organs be donated to people who could use them.
Anyway...
I would LOVE to be creamated. Preferably soon.
@ Still in confusion: if you're serious, do a lot of research about your ideas. There are laws regarding proper disposal of corpses. We can't just be throwing dead bodies into the ocean or into the Grand Canyon or something. Organ donation is a great idea, but not if the body is very old. Those cadavers are used for practice, and can sometimes be held in storage for years before they are of any use to the medical community. And then what's left is cremated anyway. (They call it "cremains".)
Please don't take my words for facts. I could be wrong about some of this. Just do your research. The best thing any of us can do for our loved ones is to make a will, and to make decisions and even arrangements for our own funerals or whatever you care to call it.
Personally, I don't think I'll care what happens to my body after I'm dead. I mean, I'll be dead! My family knows where my favorite place is, so they can think of me there. And if I can make a great photo album or 2 of my lifetime memories, then my kids will be able to share me with their kids.
Ok, back to the joking around!
I think Kelli may be mad that Max took her diary and wrote in it, no matter how sweet it all sounds. I wonder if Kelli had to find another secret hiding place for her diary and was pissed that Max possibly read some very private entries. In fact, it is quite possible that Max came close to losing his life at the hand of Kelli.
Max can be a girl. I wonder if they are sisters or best friends.
It is technically possible to be buried above ground, when you really think of it. There are tons of above ground monuments, just think of Westminster Abbey.... That's a whole lot of dead people above ground.
Every single one of my friends and family members who have died have been buried above ground. It's necessary when you live below sea level.
[*gasp*] -- what if Tippy is a SISTER?? Pretty magnanimous of Max, allowing the sister to live a full life!
@Curious - I think I heard about another new-fangled method -- discarded in space!! (oh, I think it's supposed to be ashes, tho'... so we don't end up with a lot of space-trash bodies.)
You could also save up a *bunch* of money, and have the body frozen?
I think that when I'm done with my body, I won't be too sentimental about where it ends up... though I'd be happy if someone could use the "parts" for something.
@ Still in confusion ... there's always pickling in a barrel of brine.
I once had a dog named Tippy (I was about 19, living at home and going to college). A very frisky border collie who couldn't be confined to the 2 bedroom apt. I lived in with my mother. She chewed her couch all the way through to the wooden frame! After trying to find a suitable home for her, my mother made me take her to the animal shelter :( Here's hoping Tippy had a full life.
Ok...to be buried above ground would be a mausoleum or something of the sort..right?
He obviously loves his pet. I wouldn't mind being buried with my cat...but I don't think we would die at the same time, unless of course some kind of freak tragedy occurs...maybe I should stipulate this in my brother's diary...
Confusion - maybe donate the body and have a tree planted somewhere in your honor, with a plaque?
please
it was a turtle
tippy the turtle. It even alliterates well.
Omigosh, Librarian!!
I just had another of those (people around you think you're crazy when you laugh out loud at apparently nothing) poor-eyesight visual jokes.
You wrote:
@ Still in confusion ... there's always pickling in a barrel of brine.
I read:
@ Still in confusion ... there's always pickling in a barrel of URINE.
(Yikes! I thought it was an odd-corner-of-the-world religion that only adventurers and librarians find out about!!)
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And -- every time I read "mauseoleum", I think "nausea-leum". Don't know if that's vision - or revulsion!!
haha, creamated, like Cream of Wheat.
aiee, the spam question requires scratch paper!