Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred.
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
So they tanned his hide when he died, Clyde,
And that's it hanging next to Mom and Dad's wedding portrait.
A tattoo artist has launched a new macabre service, removing inked skin from dead people and preserving them for their relatives.
According to Save My Ink, the process allows tattoo enthusiasts to bequeath an actual part of themselves 'just like a house, wedding ring or any other cherished possession'.
The skin is put through a chemical and enzymatic process to permanently alter the chemical structure of the tissue and stop it from decaying.
Story here.
Hang this next to your didgeridoo.
2 comments:
Now, as a matter of faith? Separating body parts has, and always should, be something that makes the faithful very queasy. It has something to do with being made whole in the end. Then again, tattooing itself IS a sin. So... I suppose if you died on the highway to hell you might as well go for broke at the end? Not my choice, or advice, just an understanding.
Maybe he could have a special service for preserving butt tattoos? He could call it Save My Ass.
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