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Thursday, February 19, 2009
So, you want to donate your liver then?
"They all go to saving lives, madam".
I spent the day at the Brain Death conference today, listening to all the gruesome details of the dozens of different criteria by which they can declare you dead-but-still-alive so they can have your bits.
The world is no fun when Monty Python's weirdest routines are no longer satirical.
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