If you know me, you already know that I have a different sort of relationship with the dead. You know, the kind where you dress them up . . .
Obviously once I heard about Stiff it had to go right to the top of my TBR. In all honesty, I was expecting something just a smidge more entertaining than my high school biology book that only a morbid weirdo like myself could truly enjoy. To say I was pleasantly surprised is the understatement of the year.
Most of us are already familiar with the potential a cadaver has to continue on after his expiration date . . .
Stiff takes it to a whole new level, covering just about every potential “career” one can have after death . . .
^^^^ Yes, please.
As well as tackling everything from burial to composting as a potential “disposal” method. Not to mention dealing with the more taboo subjects that relate to the dead . . .
As a bonus, all of the above subject matter was written about with such charm and humor that I found myself LOLing for real at times. Mary Roach is the type of gal I’d like to have a drink with. Not only was she able to write about “stiffs” with a sense of humor, she also shamelessly owned up to her own oddities . . .
“I ask whether he thinks it’s bad that I like the smell, which I don’t really, or maybe just a little. He replies that it is neither bad nor good, just morbid.”
If reading a “smart people book” (a/k/a non-fiction) is something you’d like to do more of, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers is one I’d highly recommend.