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Funny disneyland/dead aunt story

Post by darthblixt » Jan Fri 10, 2014 4:58 pm

Courtesy of the First Person Arts podcast:

I love Disneyland. And I welcome all judgment, but, like, I f—ing love it.

When I walk into Disneyland, this electric energy surges up through my body. And the only thing I can do to channel it out and away from me safely is to contract every muscle in my body. I live in genuine terror that I'm going to walk into Disneyland one day and have a happiness aneurism, and they're going to have to do that thing where they keep me alive long enough to remove me from the park property before I die, because, you know, no one technically dies at Disneyland.

So, anyway, this love for Disneyland is not just my own; it's my whole family. I'm an only child, but my mom, my dad, and my mom's two sisters, Theresa and Karen, are all avid devotees.

We spent a lot of great times there, me and Karen. Karen and I were very close growing up. She was like a second mom to me. She also had this really horrific auto-immune disease called scleroderma, which is this just really dreadful, disabling disease that makes your skin really tight and waxy and painful. I remember she always had open sores on her hands. Eating anything really spicy was difficult for her. It just wreaks havoc on your digestive system. Her hands had sort of, like, solidified into claws. She couldn't really move her fingers. When she would pick me up from school, kids would think that she was my grandma.

It was this wretched thing, but we still had our great times at Disneyland together. So when I was in seventh grade and she finally died from her disease, my family and I knew that we had to make a pilgrimage back to Disneyland to put her ashes there.

I don't know why we thought this was OK, but apparently it's an actual thing. Like, Disneyland has a cleanup crew that speciualizes in cleaning up human remains.

So the summer after she died, we showed up on Disneyland's doorstep. And we're standing outside the bag-checks. You know, we're all nervous. We're all very straight-edge, white-bread people. My mom's standing there, and she does what any good American lady does when faced with a situation like this: She targets the male bag-checker and tucks what looks to be a pound of questionable-quality cocaine under a layer of tampons, and ... we're in. Perfect.

So, we immediately book it over to Karen's favorite big-thrill attraction, Splash Mountain, which is, you know, tucked way back in the corner of the park in Critter Country. And we're trying to, you know, get there as fast as we can to limit our interaction with the people, but it's a very popular ride.

So we're there, we're at the front of the line. We're loaded onto this flume log. Now, these are six-seaters. We asked to be sat toward the back, so there's the four of us and these two poor ladies who got seated in front of us.

The thing about Splash Mountains is, as it's name would indicate, it is, like, basically all water. We have two good shots right at the beginning of the ride to kind of, like, hurl her up onto some solid ground. My mom gets a little over-eager, and ends up accidentally underfunding right into the faces of some people who are waiting in line and looking down on us. And they're waving their hands in front of their faces and coughing, because, like, my dead aunt is inside of them. And so we're like: OK ... 0 and 1.

But finally we round the corner and we see it: Yo, dude, that's where Fox's house — like, there's the place. We each grab like a handful out of this Ziploc, and get a nice big arc. We all made our targets perfectly, and it was a moment of utter joy, and a little bit of guilt, as the ladies with the white powder — we, like, covered them, basically. But fortunately, their combined weight with my father — and my father is of a gentleman's girth — the splash down was enough to like remove any trace.

And now I know that when I grow up and I have my own kids one day, I'll take them on a pilgrimage to Disneyland, and I'll tell them, "You know, the remains of your dead aunt are on top of that mountain. And she's watching over you."

Question: where would you like your ashes scattered in Disneyland?? I would want the majority of mine to be scattered in third stall of the mens restroom at the Hungary bear restaurant. That's where I lost my virginity to Mrs. Selner, my geriatric piano teacher. The rest I want put in the cinnamon mix the churros are rolled in.

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Re: Funny disneyland/dead aunt story

Post by dsantos » Apr Fri 11, 2014 10:44 am

I think I would want my ashes scattered in the water in front of the castle. I've been talking with my daughter about it for years, she's not too thrilled about the idea.
Is there really a clean up crew for human remains? There are that many ashes scattered at Disneyland each year?

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Re: Funny disneyland/dead aunt story

Post by Wizzard419 » Apr Fri 11, 2014 1:28 pm

It's a biohazard, and I would imagine they have procedures for people who dump them on the ground, but no devoted crew.

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Re: Funny disneyland/dead aunt story

Post by realcal » Mar Thu 12, 2015 8:36 pm

Most people go for the Haunted Mansion. They are extra-vigilant watching for remains dumping. I might opt for Tarzan's Treehouse/Swiss FAmily Robinson Treehouse. The view is pretty good up there.
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