They Delivered Her Charred Human Remains to the door in a Box Like an Amazon Order

Why do we care what happens to our body postmortem?

Hogan Torah
New Choices

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I was writing at my computer on a Sunday evening when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but something told me I should answer the door.

I opened the door to the postman holding a box.

“Torah?”

“That’s me.”

“Here you go,” the delivery man said as he handed me the cardboard box.

“Need me to sign anything?”

“Nope. Sorry for your loss,” he said as he walked out the gate.

“Loss? You just handed me a package,” I thought to myself as I closed the door.

What’s in the box? It didn’t look like it was from Amazon. I didn’t remember ordering anything. It was heavy for a 12" x 12" x 12" cube and wrapped with generous amounts of clear packing tape. If I had to guess I’d have said a bowling ball.

It was for my mom and weighed 18lbs according to the label. I brought the box inside and saw this label on it.

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