Joe Versus the Volcano
OK, I intended to park this under the detailed & serious treatise on the active volcano a couple countries up the chain. Then I thought better. I saw that movie (subject title) about the time I was taping Kristofferson's "Third World Warrior", which I finally listen to here in Nicaragua a score of years after the fact. Recalling the flick set me thinking.
Some come to this land of volcanoes to die. Sad but true in a few cases. Many today, facing death, opt to have that over-used, diseased shell cremated, dust & ashes to ashes, as it were, rather than park it in a Cadillac-coffin under a marble mausoleum. What's it cost, a cremation, in this limbo land where energy is imported, read costly (gas > $5/gal), despite a solar flux the envy of much of the Earth, anyway, as I was saying, what's a cremation cost here?
Now picture this business opportunity, a two-fer: the body, appropriately wrapped & mounted, is dropped from a helicopter fly-over into an active volcano. Fin. Do it from an old, well-maintained Soviet helicopter, if the deceased desires the authentic Sandinista experience, or so it might be sold. Loved ones could ride along, though they may prefer a new, more reliable chopper. Think of the thrill, of those last, close moments nearer heaven, and the potential for communing with hovering pre-Colombian indigenous spirits. Wowzers, what a way to go!
Good-bye 2013. From Nicaragua, con amor y calor.