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I’m a live-and-let-live kind of guy, but to me, Disney World/Land/Earth/Planet/Etc. is the Anti-Christ of travel destinations. Its canned, plastic facades; uber-happy, mute characters bouncing around like real world cartoons on lithium; and the insufferable, omnipresent, animatronic drones pumping pseduo-joyful drivel into your auditory canal from every nook and cranny in the park are enough to make me want to hurl.
And it represents all that is wrong with the American tourist mindset. Perhaps it’s elitist of me, but I know I’m not alone.
So why on Earth would anyone want their ashes eternally interred in the recycled water pools of Pirates of the Caribbean?
On Friday, workers at the Anaheim theme park spotted a guest on the ride sprinkling an unidentified substance into the water, prompting them to close the attraction and alert police.
… within hours of Friday’s incident, online columnists and bloggers who track news at the park said they began receiving e-mails from Disney employees claiming the episode was a case of the surreptitious scattering of human ashes.
Not only is this one incident disturbing on its face, but the fact that this may be indicative of an epidemic? Miceage.com – a blog that tracks various goings-on at Disney theme parks – is reporting that:
To respond to this growing problem, Disneyland’s custodial department recently had to purchase special vacuums with very sophisticated HEPA filters that can capture the gritty ash of human remains while also capturing the small bone fragments that can also be present after cremation. The Cast Members who work in Attractions know the code words when calling the custodial hotline, and they tell the custodial dispatcher that they need a “HEPA Cleanup” as soon as possible.
I’m guessing the bit about “the gritty ash of human remains” is something that doesn’t find its way into Disney’s brochure.
Of all the options you have in death – you could choose to be buried at sea or launched into space or turned into a diamond – and you pick Pirates of the F’n Caribbean?
Is it just me? Am I the only grumpy, avuncular traveler who sees something wrong with this?