I recently made an unexpected detour to Taiwan to attend my grandma’s funeral. Â After the funeral service, we accompanied her body to the on-site crematorium where her body and coffin were smoothly inserted into the gaping maw of a huge, glowing-red natural gas fired oven.
During the 45 minutes or so that it took to reduce Grandma to a pile of bleached bones and powder, I hung out in the cafe on the second floor of the crematorium, where, through my tear-blurred eyes, I spotted this sign:
"Showing the Earth a little Love: Transforming Cremation Heat into Air Conditioning"
