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See you at the next funeral


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Ain’t no drama, like family drama, cause family drama, don’t stop!

Color me hopeful.

My father died when I was six years old and my brother is nearly a generation older and didn’t appreciate my existence. There was one man in the family who took me under his wing. My uncle would take me fishing and camping and include me in family events.

This was nine billion years ago, when Stations Wagon with fake wood roamed the earth. It was back in the day, when department stores had a husky department for chubbinel or fat boys. My uncle had a bushel of kids all near my age. They were like sisters and brothers to me. I would take the bus, some 17 miles away to his home, a place I felt welcome. My cousins and I would dance to the latest 45’s records on their Sears Silvertone Stereo.

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He was the most important male in my life. I wanted to be like him, have a house full of loving children. I think my love for station wagons and minivans today is due to my admiration of this man . As I grew older, cracks appears in the relationship with my uncle.

Whisper’s from family members hundreds of miles away. He would interview me about the cost of my clothes and this news made its way to the Pacific Northwest. I learned that I was spoiled,took advantage of my mother. At thirteen, I was larger and taller than my uncle. When I was 18, he did something unthinkable to my side of the family. When I challenged him, he hit me in the chest. (my body didn’t move) I didn’t hit him, but I think this scared him.

From this moment forward, I became a pariah.

All contract between me and my grown cousins ended. It was like a death. Then the rumors began…….. My uncle created a number of false stories about my life. It didn’t matter he didn’t know I where I lived or what was actually happening in my life.

From that point forward, my cousins and I only saw each others at funerals. At the meetings, I always felt a spark of days gone by at the sad events, leaving me hopeful . But it wasn’t meant to be.

Days, years, decades. Marriages, Divorces, Children, Grand Children.and of course Death. None of our parents are alive.

Last summer, I learned about the death of one my cousins. The last time we’ve seen each other was at the funeral of her mother. I called her older sister to get the date and time of the funeral. She said, she didn’t know. Other relatives from out of state asked if I had information, because they wanted to attend. After a couple of un-returned calls, I Googled her name.

I learned the services was being held at Funeral home less than three miles from where I live. We actually lived an hour from each other. The downside, the services was taking place the very next day. I contacted my niece and and asked her if she would join me. A grandmother, she was a teenager the last time she’d seen this side of the family.

While it was a sad occasion, I was actually looking forward to seeing this side of my family, my niece brought her son.

Entering the building, I noticed the elder sibling. As children she and I were close and I was greeted with a smile. From there it was downhill. Our reception was chilly. Nice to see you and why are you here!

Although, the services began at two. Most of the people arrived after three. I could feel the divisions within the family. Children, and Grandchildren. Not the loving family, I remembered. Perhaps it was all in my mind back then or perhaps we all too young to develop resentments. Even though I was an unwanted guest, I was happy being with my family.

Forever hopeful, I exchanged telephone numbers with the family and announced that we should make an attempt to stay in touch. I could feel my niece and her son giving me the side eye, like please!! The two of them teased me in the car! A couple of weeks later, I contacted a couple of the cousins and Melba Toast had more moisture than the conversation. It takes two people to have a relationship so…….

Guess, I’ll see you next funeral.

I think its normal to hold on to those special times/memories. However, those memories, moments in time that can cloud our realities. Forever hopeful, we sometines stay in fruitless and sometimes painful relationships too long because of a memory .

If my uncle was alive, I would tell him about the positive impact he had on my life. Those memories make me smile today. At the end of day, we have to accept what is. Not what could be. It takes two to build a relationship. Angry, I’m not and resentments are a waste of time.

My uncle was highly regarded by his children which is to be expected. What he said about me may have irreparably damaged any possibility of relationship with my cousins. My love for them is there and that has to be enough.

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There is something about video: Never Heard of him……maybe?


 

What will $1,300 get you in Sacramento


From Hoodline.com

Curious just how far your dollar goes in Sacramento?

We’ve rounded up the latest places for rent via rental sites Zumper and Apartment Guide to get a sense of what to expect when it comes to locating affordable apartments in Sacramento with a budget of up to $1,300/month.

Take a look at the listings, below. (Note: Prices and availability are subject to change.)

Hoodline offers data-driven analysis of local happenings and trends across cities. Links included in this article may earn Hoodline a commission on clicks and transactions.


2025 W. El Camino Ave. (South Natomas)

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Listed at $1,219/month, this 632-square-foot one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment is located at 2025 W. El Camino Ave.

In the unit, you can expect hardwood flooring and a dishwasher. When it comes to building amenities, expect secured entry and garage parking. Good news for pet lovers: This rental is both dog-friendly and cat-friendly. Expect a $500 pet deposit.

Per Walk Score ratings, the surrounding area is moderately walkable, is fairly bikeable and has some transit options.

(Check out the complete listing here.)

2593 Mill Creek Drive (Natomas Corporate Center)

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Next, there’s this one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment situated at 2593 Mill Creek Drive. It’s listed for $1,220/month for its 680 square feet.

When it comes to building amenities, expect secured entry and assigned parking. The unit includes carpeted floors, a fireplace, a walk-in closet and a dishwasher. Pet lovers are in luck: This property is both dog-friendly and cat-friendly. Look out for a $500 pet deposit.

Per Walk Score ratings, this location is moderately walkable, is bikeable and has some transit options.

(Check out the complete listing here.)

1451 Third St. (Downtown)

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Here’s a 531-square-foot studio apartment at 1451 Third St. that’s going for $1,245/month.

You can expect to see a dishwasher, a fireplace and hardwood flooring in the apartment. The building offers garage parking and secured entry. For those with furry friends in tow, this property is pet-friendly. Be prepared for a $500 pet deposit.

Walk Score indicates that the area around this address is friendly for those on foot, is a “biker’s paradise” and offers many nearby public transportation options.

The 18 Best- and Worst-Dressed Celebs at the 2020 Grammy Awards


 

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By: Tom Fitzgerald and Lorenzo Marquez/Cosmopolitan.com

The Grammys are a night of contradictions, style-wise. Like any music industry event or awards show, the stars are expected to pull out all the stops and really express their artistry, their boldness, and sometimes just their willingness to party or be rebellious. But also, a pop or music star at the Grammys is going to want to present a style image that’s true to themselves, stands out from the pack, and hits those high-fashion notes that lands them on lists like, well… this one. 🙂

Watching the attendees try to straddle that line between chic and badass is sometimes the best, most fun part of the night. A few folks manage to nail it, a good number of them wind up playing things way too safe, and as always, plenty of them go straight for the cray-cray.

Let’s get into the best-dressed and the not-so-best-dressed looks of the night, shall we?


Glam Glowup of the Night: Lizzo in Versace

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A vision of glamour in white and silver, showing a level of polish in her style we’ve only ever seen snippets of before, and sweeping away the extra to reveal the gorgeous siren underneath. It felt like a game-changer moment for her; an introduction to the next phase in her career.

Best “Keeping It Real” Realness: Billie Eilish in Gucci

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We’ve got to hand it to her. We wouldn’t have thought it would be easy to stick to her unique set of style preferences and come out red-carpet ready, but Gucci came through for her. She got the shape and the style she likes to wear, with the glam factor bumped up and an absolutely killer mani to finish it off.

The Absolute Queen of Extra: Ariana Grande in Giambattista Valli and Schiaparelli

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Ariana Grande arrived in a huge-skirted Giambattista Valli number, serving up high-princess fantasy with a smokey ombre undertone. But that wasn’t enough for your girl.

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After a brief retreat, she came back out onto the red carpet in a similarly e-n-o-r-m-o-u-s gray Schiaparelli ballgown. Because why should a girl restrict herself to one stunning lewk per night?

The “There Can Be Only One” Award: Lil Nas X in Versace

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Serving us the shocking pink cowboy/fetish/rap mélange of style that only he can pull off, let alone make look good. One thing’s for sure: this stunner tells us the world is better with Lil Nas X in it.

Hottest Couple: Joe Jonas in Ermenegildo Zegna and Sophie Turner in Louis Vuitton

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Mr. Suave and his wife, Legs. He is giving us luxury loungewear and she is werking that skirt like only a glamazon can. They kind of look like hot spies, right?

Best Coat Game: The Men of BTS

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These guys clearly know the secret to good winter style: Get yourself some outerwear that’s crisp, chic, and foine. The rest of the look will fall in line (which is why the rest of their looks are largely unremarkable…sry, BTS army).

Smartest Accessorizing: Maggie Rogers in Chanel

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Maggie’s vintage, 2013 Chanel dress had a low-key Boho Glam vibe and a seriously cute star motif that suited her perfectly. But the accompanying water bottle holder promoted both sustainability and the importance of staying hydrated on a big night. There’s a lesson in there for all of us.

Head-Turner of the Night: Jameela Jamil in Georges Chakra

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In a brilliant blue metallic with a slightly futuristic vibe and a case of skirtus interruptus (look, if you can come up with a better term for when a skirt pauses for a bit before continuing, we’re willing to hear it), the star of The Good Place landed a dress that looks great and a little weird at the same time. Perfect for a night like tonight.

Okay-ish Variation on a Theme: Gwen Stefani in Dolce & Gabbana

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This is a nice way of saying we feel like she’s worn some version of this outfit a million times before. On the other hand, we can’t say it’s not working for her. The lady knows what she likes.

Comfiest Glam: Bebe Rexha in Christian Cowan

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This take on a tuxedo managed to be sexy, sparkly, and stylish. And she still got to wear pretty comfy-looking pants all night. All around win-win!

Most Committed: Rosalía in Alexander Wang

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That is a whole lot of leather, a whole lot of belts, and a whole lot of fringe to deal with at once. And while we can’t imagine it didn’t all get annoying super-quick, we sincerely salute the effort.

Greatest Reveal: Billy Porter in Baja East

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It would be hard to look at Billy Porter in this jaw-dropping turquoise-colored, crystal-encrusted jumpsuit with silver fringe and consider him an introvert. But his amazing hat, with its automated fringe curtain that opens and closes with the touch of a button probably made him the envy of leave-me-alone types everywhere.

Just the Most: Priyanka Chopra in Ralph & Russo

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Priyanka gets major points for boldness, but there’s just too much dress going on here and the result makes the lady look a little bit like a lamp…with some very obvious boobs.

Drama Queen: FKA Twigs in Ed Marler

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It’s sexy, it’s dark, it’s…a fairy tale fantasy with lingerie undertones. It’s Little Red Riding Hood crossed with Savage x Fenty. And despite the craziness of that description, it’s absolutely captivating on her. Only she could pull this one off.

Best (Flower) Power Suit: Brandi Carlile in Wolk Morais

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This fun, wide-lapeled jacquard suit was fun, funky, cute and a little bit country all at the same time. Round of applause!

Best Bargain-Hunter: Lana Del Rey in Something from the Mall

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Lana got this sparkly but, unfortunately, extremely underwhelming gown on a trip to the mall. And while we can appreciate her low-key self-sufficiency and thriftiness, we sure wish she’d let a stylist put something more w-o-w together for her instead.

Best Posh-Spice Cosplay: Dua Lipa in Vivienne Westwood

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We found this sleek and minimalist Westwood number just a bit yawn for the Grammys, but as ‘90s throwback looks go, it was surprisingly well-suited to her!

Fresh not Frozen: Kobe Bryant Dies in Helicopter Crash


Basketball legend Kobe Bryant is among five people who died in a helicopter crash in the wealthy Southern California residential neighborhood of Calabasas, ESPN has confirmed.

There were no survivors in the crash around 10 a.m. local time Sunday, fire officials said in a press conference. The Sikorsky S-76 helicopter crashed under unknown circumstances, a spokesperson from the National Transportation Safety Board told ABC News.

Witnesses who were mountain biking in the area saw the helicopter in the distress, Los Angeles County Fire Capt. Tony Imbrenda told reporters. It is not known whether the pilot alerted over radio that the aircraft was in distress, Imbrenda said.

It is unclear who the helicopter belonged to or where it originated from and was going to. Firefighters are working on containing the fire that resulted.

Bryant was 41 years old.

He was drafted to the NBA out of high school and spent his entire 20-year career with the Los Angeles Lakers, winning five NBA championships.

LeBron James surpassed Bryant’s all-time scoring record on Saturday during the Lakers’ game against the Philadelphia 76ers.

Bryant tweeted at James congratulating him on beating his record.

 

Planning My Father-Daughter Dance Without My Dad


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Photos courtesy of Lilly Dancyger.

By: Lilly Dancyger

When I thought about the part of a typical wedding reception where the groom dances with his mother and the bride dances with her father, I seriously considered not having a reception at all. I came home crying one night, revealing to my fiancé that through all of our wedding planning, part of me had been dreading having a wedding without my father there. I didn’t know how to explain the guilt I felt about starting this whole new chapter of my life as an adult who he didn’t live to meet. “I know it’s not logical,” I prefaced. “But it kind of feels like leaving him behind.”

The last time I saw my father, when I was eleven years old, we said goodbye after a weekend together at a diner called Hamburger Mary’s. I had a grilled cheese and a chocolate milkshake, which I drank as slowly as possible to extend our visit by just a few more minutes — I hadn’t seen him in almost six months, and I didn’t know when I would again.

Lilly and her father in 1996.

When my milkshake was gone and it was time to go, I broke down. I cried and held onto fistfuls of his shirt like I had when he first told me that he wasn’t going to be living with us anymore. Those two happy days had healed the wound of my parents’ split just enough for this departure to rip it back open. I had no idea that this would be the last time I’d ever see him, but something in me must have had an inkling, because I cried like I knew it was our last goodbye. I cried not just for the end of that perfect weekend, but for the next week, when we’d be back in different cities, on opposite sides of the country. I cried for the coming summer, when I’d eat ice cream alone and wish he was there walking and joking with me. And for when I went back to school that fall and felt like I was being talked down to by teachers who didn’t know nearly as much as my brilliant father, and he wasn’t there to validate my superiority complex.

He started a letter to me during his four-hour bus ride home after our goodbye at the diner. He encouraged me to not let adolescence shrink me: “stand up and be proud,” he wrote, warning that young girls — “do you prefer young women?” he asked in parenthesis — sometimes hide their intelligence to avoid drawing attention to themselves. “Never be embarrassed by your ability to make just the right sentence, with all of the exact words you wanted and needed.”

By the time that letter made its way across the country to our mailbox in New York, he was dead.

Those last words of fatherly praise and advice suddenly became as precious as Moses’ tablets; words from beyond, all there would ever be.

When I heard that my father had died, I collapsed in tears on the living room floor. I wasn’t crying because he wasn’t there right then. I was crying because he would never be there again — he wouldn’t walk me down the aisle, he wouldn’t meet my children, he wouldn’t see me accomplish any of the things that he wanted for me. I was crying because he wouldn’t be there for any of my future. And at twelve years old, pretty much my whole life was in the future.

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In preparation for my father’s funeral, I asked my mother to take me to buy some black clothing. We went to Macy’s, and I got not only a nice dress for the service, but enough black separates to wear for an as-yet-undetermined mourning period. That period transitioned so seamlessly into my adolescent punk phase that I’m not sure when or if I decided it was over, but either way, I wore all black pretty much every day for almost a decade. Consciously, it was because I liked Joan Jett while my classmates liked J-Lo and I wanted to make it clear that I was “different.” But looking back, I was very clearly in mourning for my entire adolescence.

I was an angry teenager; I dropped out of high school, chugged cheap vodka out of plastic bottles, and fantasized about the apocalypse. My life philosophy revolved around the fact that I didn’t plan to live past my twenties, so it didn’t matter if the drugs I took were cut with all kinds of toxic chemicals or if a fourteen-year-old girl really shouldn’t walk alone on Avenue D at three in the morning. I smoked cigarettes not in spite of the fact that they’d shorten my life, but hoping they would. I made friends with the homeless people in the park because their level of motivation and engagement in society matched mine more closely than anyone else I could find.

My mother occasionally tried expressing to me that I should cut her a break because she now had to be both my mother and my father. I was deaf to any suggestions of sympathy for her, but she was right. She had to be the bad cop without a good cop to play off of — no wonder I hated her then.

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Lilly being held by her father.

As long as I was depressed and surly, my father was still close to me. That’s why so much of mourning is guilt. Of course there’s guilt for everything left unsaid, guilt for not making the most of the time you had, but the bigger, deeper guilt is for every moment you have after they’re gone. The idea of survivor’s guilt isn’t just about feeling unjustly lucky to have lived while someone else died; it’s guilt for going on without them, guilt for changing and growing and becoming a person that they never knew. Any milestone is tinged with their absence, any joy feels like a betrayal, like you’ve forgotten them, if only for long enough to laugh at a good joke or enjoy a good meal. But as long as you’re in mourning, your life is still about them, and in that way, they’re still there.

When the communal, outward mourning ends and life appears to go back to normal, that’s the worst part — when the world goes on, not noticing the gaping hole that’s been left. It’s how we put together a new role for ourselves in this irrevocably damaged world that shows how we really grieve — much more than those first few days of sobbing.

I stopped wearing all black at some point in college, but a part of me held onto that sadness that had kept my father close. But planning a wedding, being deliriously happy and in love, there was no denying that I was moving on. In order to fully enter this new life, I had to let go of some of my grief, but I didn’t know how to do that without feeling like I was letting go of him, too.

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The night that I came home crying and tried to explain to my fiancée all of the guilt that’s woven in with grief, I realized I was living that future I had cried for, that life I didn’t want to have without my father. That future was happening, and it was bringing his absence into relief all over again. When someone dies, the sadness we feel becomes the last tangible way they affect our everyday lives. It becomes enmeshed with the idea of their presence. We let it hold us back because a part of us wants to stay in the past, where we existed with them.

My future wouldn’t truly start until my mourning had ended.

So, despite the intrinsic sadness of having a wedding reception without him, I decided to have one. As central as my grief is to who I am as a person, I couldn’t let it overshadow the excitement and joy of finding someone to be happy with, someone who makes me excited about the future again — I am living a life that is about something other than mourning, and I will wear white at my wedding. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll ever forget my father.

Instead of thinking of my happiness and my new life as an abandonment of my father, I started thinking about ways to carry him with me, instead of carrying my grief over losing him. I started thinking about ways to incorporate him into the wedding — not my grief, but him, and everything he did that contributed to making me the person I am.

Lilly and her fiancée at their apartment in 2014.

 I thought that a good place in the ceremony to acknowledge him would be in my walk down the aisle — the biggest father-of-the-bride moment.

If I walked down the aisle alone, it would be like yelling “look at me, I don’t have a father!” It would call attention to his absence in a sad, empty way. But if I asked a friend to step in, even one of his close friends, it would feel like glossing over the fact that my father wasn’t there, acting as if it was OK.

Asking someone to walk you down the aisle is laden with almost as much significance as the marriage proposal itself. Asking someone to “give you away” is telling them that they are the chosen representative of your   past life, of the family that you’re leaving to start your own, of everything you came from. Once I really thought about it that way, it became glaringly obvious that the only person who could really represent my entire family is my mother — since she is my entire family.

Of course she’s the one who will walk me down the aisle. No stand-in would do. Having my mother be the one to give me away is a way to finally recognize how hard it was for her to raise me by herself. It’s also the best way to acknowledge both my father’s absence and the fact that life continues in spite of it: the remaining members of our family standing there, without him, but with each other, living on, even happily.

Lilly Dancyger is Narratively’s Deputy Editor, and a freelance journalist and essayist with bylines in Rolling Stone, Glamour, Playboy, and more. She teaches personal essay writing at Catapult, and is the editor of Burn It Down, an anthology of women and non-binary writers on anger, forthcoming from Seal Press.

someone should tell you


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Which would you prefer?

A complete stranger telling you that there is toilet paper hanging from you pants  or a late discovery hours, minutes later

I sat through a two hour meeting with a small black comb in the front of my head.  After the meeting I chatted with various people. I discovered the comb which was front and center during a brief mirror check in the men’s room.   I was angry with people who knew me and didn’t mention the comb.  I tried to justify their silence by thinking perhaps they thought it was a new African American hair style but no.  A few days later I spoke to the three people and calmly said we should look out for each other.   Everyone apologized but it still burns.

The lead in a sales meeting forgot to zip up her dress.  In the meeting their were 4 females and seven males.  It was a male who walked up and whispered in her ear.

A few days ago, a Congresswoman from Florida was on The View, her wig wasn’t on correctly.  There she was on a National TV show with her natural hair showing.

Unzipped pants,  un-tucked shirts, face boogers, and other social embarrassments where are your friends? or would you mind if a stranger told you ?

 

 

 

 

 

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Argentina: Dying becomes a luxury as economic downturn hits home


The cost of buying, renting and maintaining graves and tombs is so high that many in Argentina are opting to cremate their loved ones instead.

 

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No one can escape Argentina’s biggest economic crisis in almost two decades – not even the dead.

The cost of buying, renting and maintaining graves and tombs is so high that many people opt to cremate their loved ones instead.

Juan Tapia runs the Cocheria Tacuari undertakers in Buenos Aires, which has been operating for 60 years.

“It’s an economic problem. People don’t have enough money to pay for a service. Family members help each other, ask for loans; some come and pay with US dollars that they’ve saved or kept under the mattress,” he told AFP.

Undertakers are constantly forced to drop their prices “because unfortunately people don’t have the same spending power of a few years ago.”

Paying for a funeral “means, for a family, that they might not eat this month,” said Tapia.

The cheapest service offered by Cocheria Tacuari is a cremation without a wake, which costs 25,000 pesos (roughly US$415) – almost 50 percent more than the minimum wage of 16,875 pesos a month. More expensive options can cost up to 180,000 pesos, but few are interested in those.

His estimations are not far off from official statistics.

In 2018, 78.5 percent of corpses in Buenos Aires were cremated, according to an AFP count of public records. That’s the highest proportion over the last decade.

“To lease a niche in the cemetery, you have to pay a huge amount every year, and many don’t want to and can’t do it, so they opt for a cremation,” said Tapia.

Rents at public cemeteries in Buenos Aires, including maintenance, range from 400-2,000 pesos a month. In the private sector, plots sell for a minimum of 55,000 pesos with monthly maintenance from 500 pesos.

Cremation, on the other hand, does not incur long-term expenses. As a result, dead bodies are often taken straight from the hospital to the crematorium in simple poplar wood coffins.

 

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Three months ago, Patricia Álvarez, an English translator and make-up artist, advertised on the Internet a niche that her family had bought in the Chacarita public cemetery in Buenos Aires.

“I’m selling it because there’s no sense” in keeping it, she told AFP when contacted about her advert – the only response she’s had.

“It doesn’t cost much, 500 pesos a month, but when it builds up, it’s annoying, and it adds to a mountain of other expenses I already have,” she said.

The Álvarez’s niche looks to be in good condition, but others in the cemetery are in a sorry state, with notes attached to them asking the owners or leasers to “go and see the administration.”

Many tombs have been abandoned and overgrown with vegetation. Some have broken statues, and there are niches that have been completely destroyed. In some, the bones inside are visible.

Standing beside her mother’s tomb, gloves and pruning shears in her hands, Maria has decided to stop paying the cemetery’s maintenance fees.

“I don’t think I’ll pay the 1,500 pesos a month any more to trim the vegetation – it’s a lot!” she told AFP, preferring not to give her surname for fear of reprisals by the site’s maintenance personnel. “For this money, it’s better that I come and do it myself.”

But according to Jorge Bonacorsi, president of the Argentine funerary services federation, cost is not the only thing deterring Argentines from traditional burials.

He says the rise in cremations is a global trend.

“What prevails now is a certain sentimental practicality: people want to get rid of the problem,” he said.

India: Groom’s father, bride’s mother ‘elope’


By:  Yagnesh Bharat Mehta, TNN |

In Surat India, marriage plan of two youngsters was shattered after the grooms father and the brides mother revived their  younger days love and both reportedly fled .

The wedding was planned in the second week of February but the 48-year-old man and the 46-year-old woman, are nowhere to be found and have been missing for 10 days.

The man lived in the Katargam area and the woman lived in Navsari area. It is strongly suspected the two have eloped , leaving the families in extremely embarrassing situation. Both families have filed a missing persons report with the police.

Fresno’s Devin Nunes Explains his memory lapse


Watch the Fox news person as Devin Nunes attempts to explain his FLASH! AMNESIA! and the return of his memory. (Praise the Holy spirit !) Just how did Lev Pamrnas happen to get his cell number? Was it Devine Intervention? Devout followers and all purpose nosy people want to know? Just how did he get his private number?

Now dis man. Mr Nunes don’t recall. Recalls him and his aids in Vienna, Austria “YES HE DOES! WHERE!! HE was setting up meetings with Nunes and company and members of the Urkrainian Gov-Ment ( Yes there are receipts) and the House has them. Now, as for his District in California, he’s been absent. Missed out on some important issues in his district which might be forgivable if he was selling fruit and vegetables or those World famous California raisins to those Ukrainians. But no, this may have been about the Biden’s.

In his free time. The former Chair of the House Intelligence Committee is suing everyone. From tweetah to CNN, and people and things far an wide. One of those pesky questions is, where he is getting the cash to pay for these lawsuits? The reality is, he will NEED MO-NAY in 2020 and 2021. Cause he got some serious splaning to do to da gov-mint bout his involvement in the Ukraine and he was need some real lawyers.

News @7:30. CityFella

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