COEIO - Mushroom Death Suit/Infinity Burial Suit

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September 2016 Mushrooms are magic. A fungus information superhighway helps plants talk to each other in underground networks that stretch for hundreds of miles. Some of the oldest grow in gigantic see-them-from-the-window-seat fairy rings around Stonehenge. They make their own wind. And, they are the key to The Infinity Burial Suit, aka the Mushroom Death Suit as it was affectionately nicknamed by its creator, Jae Rhim Lee. The jumpsuit offers an alternative, eco-friendly burial method embroidered with Infinity mushroom spores that break down biomaterial after burial and purify the surrounding environment. As a part of New York Fashion Week, this fungal-powered brain child of the MIT grad, artist, and Coeio CEO in collaboration with no-waste fashion designer Daniel Silverstein is showcased in Natural Causes, on display in The Gallery at Ace New York for the month of September. The opening reception September 8 will feature a live ensemble performing select works by noted mushroom collector and (de)composer John Cage. Dried mushroom specimens from the skilled horticulturalists at Blue Oyster Cultivation will also be on view.

If this future-oriented green burial method appeals to you and you live in the New York area, we're giving away Infinity Burial Suits to someone doing innovative environmental work and one cat or dog who does good things, too. The entry period is now through August 31, if you'd like to nominate yourself or a deserving (possibly furry) friend. We are stardust, —Ace

LIO and the Grim Rea[er Blow Bubbles Together !!

LIO by Mark Tatulli    August 12, 2016

My Gravestone Inscription, in 5 Words !! per The Twitter Poet, Brian Bilston

brianbilson.com, The Twitter Poet:

MY GRAVESTONE IN FIVE WORDS

And here’s another of my “poems”, imagined by @new_toon

The challenge here was to think of what you might have inscribed on your gravestone in five words.

  

At the Sunny Ridge Retirement Center by Peg Bresnahan/POEM - Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor, Saturday, August 6, 2016

Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor, August 6, 2016. Saturday:

At the Sunny Ridge Retirement Center

by Peg Bresnahan

During Harriet’s memorial service,
Frances leaned, put her head
on my shoulder and died—quietly

as if she didn’t want to interrupt
Harriet’s program.
The minister didn’t see us,

no one knew except me. At the piano,
Mary played the introduction
to Going Home. Everyone thumbed

their hymnals for page two hundred forty-three.
I didn’t know what to do, since Frances
still looked like Frances, only not quite

and she was ninety-five. I put my arm
around her so she wouldn’t fall
and waited for someone to notice.

Through the French doors
finches squabbled at the bird feeder.
The squirrel we call Rocky

contemplated his next move.
A laundry truck rolled by.
I looked down at Frances’ navy blue crocs,

the ones she claimed felt so much
like bedroom slippers
she could wear them anywhere.

“At the Sunny Ridge Retirement Center” by Peg Bresnahan from In a Country None of Us Called Home. © Press 53, 2014. Reprinted with permission.

Tombstone:"I Can't Believe I Ate All That Kale For NOTHING." Roz Chast New Yorker Cartoon

 New Yorker Cartoon

 

By: Roz Chast Item #: 14557352

Death & A Cold!! Doctor Needs To Improve Bedside Manner/WUMO comic FUNNY death comic

WUMO
by Wulff & Morgenthaler