Dead Poet’s Society


Welcome to Nadine Jarvis’ cremation creations.

You can arrange for yourself to become a set of pencils or if you love your birds, why not turn yourself into a bird feeder. All after death of course.

These are both excellent ideas, well thought through and very creative solutions to dealing with death and well, …. the body. Cremation is increasingly popular as opposed to burial. The trouble is for some people it’s difficult to know what to do with the ashes.

The Bird Feeders are available in two constructions: one being a solid casting of bird food, beeswax and ashes, and the other, rotationally molded with the ashes held inside. The feeders attract birds to nosh and naturally purge the ash or peck through the edible exterior, enabling the ashes to be released over time. After the feeder has completely disintegrated, the perch containing information about the deceased is the only thing left and becomes a keepsake.

Carbon Copies are pencils made from the carbon produced during the cremation of the deceased. One cadaver is enough to produce a lifetime supply of these very “personal” pencils. Your dearly beloved can help you with writing letters, sketching, and putting together such mundane things as the weekly shopping list.

Nadine is a London based designer.

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9 Responses to Dead Poet’s Society

  1. earthpal says:

    Reincarnation takes on a whole new meaning. Lol.

    A bird feeder sounds like a nice way to spend your eternity. Not sure I’d want to be a pencil that may get sharpened down to nothing eventually. 🙂

  2. matt says:

    I did a quick poll at work and found most were happy to be a bird feeder rather than a pencil. I go with that as well. It’s getting back to nature, as it were.

  3. the Grit says:

    Cool! Of course, over here it won’t fly. Our morticians lobby has a strangle hold on death, and the law in every State dictates that all corpses have to be handled by licensed morticians, for a hefty fee. For instance, I, being the frugal type, wanted my remains to be tossed on a large stack of wood in the field behind the house, set on fire, and the excess energy used to BBQ some pork to feed the drunks who came to see me off. But NOOOO! The Government has LAWS about that sort of thing, so instead of spending a few thousand dollars on booze and food for a grand going away party, we are forced to hand the cash over to an approved body planter. Thank you so much Big Brother, and I only hope that the participants in this atrocious legislative restriction know that, in whatever after life there is, I will be waiting there for them to make their continued ethereal existence miserable.

    the Grit

  4. matt says:

    Rest in peace Grit. Google doesn’t lie. Your wish is your command after all;

    Mind you, the Memphis Funeral Home does say that ‘Ashes may be scattered in a variety of places (provided scattering in the site selected meets with state and local laws), including Scattering Gardens.’

    Now, that seems a little odd to me because as far as I know we mortals over here can scatter a ‘loved ones’ ashes any-bloody-where!

  5. the Grit says:

    Hi Matt,

    Sure you can scatter the ashes where you please, if you don’t get caught, but you can’t reduce the body to said state yourself, legally at least. Of course, I’m thinking that once they get the bonfire going around my smiling corpse, there’s not all that much the police can do about it without opening themselves up to one heck of a lawsuit, considering that I make it a habit to list “pagan Norse” where ever the form asks for religion.

    the Grit

  6. matt says:

    Arh, didn’t quite realise you meant having your body burnt upon your own pile of wood. Interesting. No that wouldn’t be legal here either. 🙂

  7. the Grit says:

    Hi Matt,

    And just think what fits the environmentalists and Government would have if I mentioned my real funeral desire, which is having my corpse – clad in my finest blue jeans and teeshirt and surrounded with guns, fishing rods, and computer equipment, and clutching a bottle of Scotch under one arm and a box of cigars under the other – launched onto our lake in a burning long ship while all our friends and family were having a big party on shore with live music and lots of booze and food, at night of course. America, land of the free, my ass.

    the Grit

  8. matt says:

    God damn, bring back the wild west.

  9. the Grit says:

    Hi Matt,

    Damn straight! It’s a sad day when a man can’t plan on a viking funeral for himself on his own private property without the Government getting involved. Besides, just think how many hits the video would get on YouTube! Not that’s immortality.

    Oh, and our Wild West period saw some of our greatest economic, social and scientific advances. Not a bad goal to shoot for in the future.

    the Grit

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