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Spook

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Gather round boys and girls, it’s time to scientifically examine what happens after we die with select excerpts from book #3 in my ever expanding Mary Roach collection.

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You loved Stiff. You were pleasantly revolted by Gulp. So let’s pull back the veil of death and ponder the age old mystery.

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Important questions, all.

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In case you’re wondering… reincarnation nation is India. And since they have the highest number of people who claim to be born again, that’s where Mary began her research.

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This does not bode well. Cheese vagueness is a terrible thing.

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Au contraire Mary. I think the P.P. designation is damn near perfect.

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If that’s not definitive proof of reincarnation, I don’t know what is.

In reading this book we learn culture and religion have a lot to do with the acceptance of past lives, as this ancient Hindu text demonstrates. Live a good life? You will be rewarded. Live a bad life? Well… that’s where things get interesting.

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An eternity of vomit eating?

No one wants that.

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Gulp… the finale.

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Yes dear readers, our time exploring the digestive track is coming to a close and I only have a few more pearls of wisdom to share.

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Far be it for me to judge how you prefer your intoxicants to be delivered, but if it’s alright with you I’ll consume my Appletini the traditional way… precariously perched on a bar stool.

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Not being Catholic I was unaware rectal consumption was a topic that kept the Pope up at night, but I’m happy to pass along a helpful cheating technique to get you through the hunger pangs of Lent all the same.

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I’m going to leave you with that titillating teaser about the King’s actual cause of death in hopes it will have you running to your nearest library and requesting a copy of this highly educational and entertaining book.

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Thank you. Thank you very much…

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Gulp… Part 4.

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The next section of this wild and weirdly wonderful book covers the uncomfortable topic of … how shall I put it? Storage space.

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A workable alternative?

Not for me!

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‘Hooped’ means rectally imported.

I live to educate.

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I will never look at a bicycle tire pump the same way again.

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Okay ladies, raise your hands. How many of you orgasmed during childbirth?

I don’t have children, so tell me… is that really a thing? All the birth videos I’ve seen show women screaming, but it sure doesn’t look like it’s with pleasure.

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Gulp… Part 3.

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Let’s jump right in shall we?

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Spit. If you read this book you’ll learn more about it than you ever dreamed possible.

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I hope so too Mary.

Yikes!

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A new stomach lining every three days?

Color me impressed.

Did I mention this book has some rather odd photographs?

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I just finished a section devoted to the myth of Jonah and the Whale… as well as other improbable stories of surviving inside a stomach after someone has swallowed you. Spoiler alert- they’re all hogwash, it’s impossible. But Mary offers some handy advice all the same.

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I suppose there worse places to live than in a penguin.

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Because I thoroughly enjoyed Stiff.

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With thanks to the ever charming Kenny Nines at https://theterribleidealist.wordpress.com/ who alerted me to the existence of sequels, I bring you Gulp.

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Another masterpiece by the delightfully quirky and sometimes bizarre author Mary Roach.

When Kenny told me there were other books like Stiff? I was all in! And ordered four from Amazon knowing I would blog the highlights here.

So let’s dive into the wacky and wonderful world of the human digestive tract shall we?

This book comes with a bit of a warning…

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Poopreport.com

If ever there was a website to avoid at all costs? That would be it .

While this book focuses on the digestive tract, it goes delightfully off course on tangents of smell, taste, flatulence, food culture and the occasional substitute.

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Hair is kosher.

You heard it here first.

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Human hairballs?

Damn, I love these books!

Much attention is paid to food. How we eat, why we eat, and what we eat. Food is cultural and while roasted bat may not be on your dinner table tonight, rest assured it’s on someone’s somewhere.

In Mary’s travels while researching this book, she met an Innuit man who served her Muktuk.

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Raw chunks of Narwahl flesh and skin. She assures us it was delicious and very nutritious, but I think I’d almost prefer the bat.

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Pig balls, coming to a restaurant near you!

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Let’s play.

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Admit it, you’ve got nothing else to do.

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As a voracious reader, this is an easy one for me…

Books!

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In our house there are numerous stacks (and bags and crates and shelves and closets and boxes, well you get the idea) filled with books and I have never… not once in my life, ever thought I had enough.

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So how about you?

What can’t you stop buying…

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Stiff… the finale.

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It shouldn’t surprise you to learn that it took me longer to blog about this book than it did to read it.

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To be honest, I blew through it in a day…. but I figured not everyone would enjoy that high a level of corpse saturation, so I’ve spread the snippets out over time.

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Placenta cocktail?

I can honestly say even I will never be that desperate for a drink.

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Though I could totally rock that hat..

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Powdered human penis?

The key words here are “taken with alcohol”. Geesh, I would hope so.

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And to think the only thing my husband took home all these years was post it notes.

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Stiff…. Part 4.

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Yes, your favorite series about dead bodies is back.

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And today’s chapter is aptly named…

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Let’s dig in, shall we?

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You have to wonder what genius first came up with that idea.

“Hmm… what should we do with great Uncle Mortimer’s remains? I know! Let’s cover him in honey and bring a chunk of his thigh to the next neighborhood potluck.”

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Honeyed urine and poop. I’m beginning to notice a trend here….

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Mummies cure farting?

You heard it here first people.

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A wandering uterus is a terrible thing…. but I would think using dung to coax it back in place would have the opposite effect, as in “Hell no Mabel. I’m outta here!”

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