I'm weird (news flash). If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know that.
Perhaps the weirdest thing about me is my dichotomous feelings about death. I'm both terrified of it and fascinated by it. I guess the deal is, I'm highly interested in the mechanics and science of death, but I don't exactly want it happening to me or anyone else. Catch my drift?
Yep, weirdness confirmed.
Well, when you have a strange love-hate relationship with the Grim Reaper the way I do, the only cure is to read this book:
I know. I'm not only weird, but I'm crazy, too. (Is that the sound of my readership plummeting?)
Mary Roach, the author of Stiff, is a character, that's the first thing you need to know. This is NOT a serious book. Well, it is, as books about dead bodies are wont to be. But the tone is not. Roach is funny and light-hearted without being disrespectful. She says what's on her mind. She's a fearless journalist who isn't afraid to ask the difficult, disgusting questions. And for that matter, she's just plain fearless. I don't know anyone who would voluntarily walk around the University of Tennessee's Forensic Anthropology Center (aka "the Body Farm") or watch someone being embalmed for fun -- I mean, research. But Roach would, and has.
In each chapter of the book, Roach studies first-hand the various fates of cadavers (embalming, cremation, dissection, organ donation, and, yeah, MORE) and then explains them to us, the morbidly curious readers. Let me just put it this way -- I learned waaaaaay too much about what can happen to people after they've bitten the dust. She doesn't really leave out any details. Here are some examples of tidbits I gleaned from my reading:
Did you know that embalming fluid is red, so as to make the person look "alive" as if they were still full of blood? And sometimes, you can look too young after you've been embalmed, so they have to paint wrinkles on you?
Did you know that in the first stages of decomposition, the skin of the hands and feet starts to slip off of the bones?
Did you know that doctors used to pay people, called "body-snatchers", to exhume the remains of the freshly dead so they could research the human body? This was before it was considered noble to donate your cadaver to science.
Did you know they sometimes use cadavers to run safety tests on vehicles? In other words, they are real-life crash test dummies.
Did you know that the human heart can actually jump out of a doctor's hands while its being removed for a transplant?
And so forth.
Anyway, I really enjoyed this book. But as I read, I kept thinking of all the people in my life who probably should never read it. It's definitely a lot to stomach at times and it's not for the faint of heart. And I don't recommend snacking while reading it, if that's the type of thing you like to do.
However, as wince-inducing as it is at times, Stiff is enlightening. Roach makes a great case for donating your remains to science. Cadavers are really necessary for scientific advancement. We need them to properly understand anatomy, medicine, forensics and the effects of physics on the human body. Basically, they're crucial to the progress of humankind. Roach says, and I agree with her, that cadavers are heroes because they solve murders, make medical breakthroughs and help us make cars safer. And the ones whose organs are used for transplants really do save lives. All the while, they just lay there and never complain because they can't feel pain. It's pretty awesome.
I'm not sure what I want done to me when I die (I am an organ donor, however). But this book certainly made me think. In a (sick, morbid) way, research cadavers get to keep on living a little while longer than the rest of us. And that's kind of cool.