PETA President Ingrid Newkirk is way dedicated to the cause of preventing animal cruelty and deliciousness. So dedicated that, according to her will, you can eat her when she dies. Note: This is a long quote but so worth the read.

This is Imogen Bailey, not Ingrid. But if it were Ingrid, man, this story would…still be the same amount of creepy

a. That the “meat” of my body, or a portion thereof, be used for a human barbecue, to remind the world that the meat of a corpse is all flesh, regardless of whether it comes from a human being or another animal, and that flesh foods are not needed;

b. That my skin, or a portion thereof, be removed and made into leather products, such as purses, to remind the world that human skin and the skin of other animals is the same and that neither is “fabric” nor needed, and that some skin be tacked up outside the Indian Leather Fair each year to serve as a reminder of the government’s need to abate the suffering of Indian bullocks who, after a life of extreme and involuntary servitude, as I have seen firsthand, are exported all over the world in this form;

c. That in remembrance of the elephant-foot umbrella stands and tiger rugs I saw, as a child, offered for sale by merchants at Connaught Place in Delhi, my feet be removed and umbrella stands or other ornamentation be made from them, as a reminder of the depravity of killing innocent animals, such as elephants, in order that we might use their body parts for household items and decorations;

d. That one of my eyes be removed, mounted, and delivered to the administrator of the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency as a reminder that PETA will continue to be watching the agency until it stops poisoning and torturing animals in useless and cruel experiments; that the other is to be used as PETA sees fit;

e. That my pointing finger be delivered to Kenneth Feld, owner of Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, or to a circus museum to stand as the “Greatest Accusation on Earth” on behalf of the countless elephants, lions, tigers, bears, and other animals who have been kidnapped from their families and removed from their homelands in India, Thailand, Africa, and South America and deprived of all that is natural and pleasant to them, abused, and forced into involuntary servitude for the sake of cheap entertainment;

f. That my liver be vacuum-packed and shipped, in whole or in part, to France, to there be used in a public appeal to persuade shoppers not to support the vile practice of force-feeding geese and ducks for foie gras;

g. That one of my ears be removed, mounted, and sent to the Canadian Parliament to assist them in hearing, for the first time perhaps, the screams of the seals, bears, raccoons, foxes, and minks bludgeoned, trapped, and sometimes skinned alive for their pelts; that the other ear be removed, preserved, and displayed outside the Deonar abattoir in Mumbai to remind all who do business there that the screams of the cattle who are slaughtered within its walls are heard around the world;

h. That one of my thumbs be removed, mounted upwards on a plaque, and sent to the person or institution that, in the year of my death or thereabouts, PETA decides has done the most to promote alternatives to the use and abuse of animals in any area of their exploitation;

i. That one of my thumbs be mounted in a downward position and sent to the person or institution that, in the year of my death or thereabouts, has gone against the changing tide of societal opinion and frightened and hurt animals in some egregious manner;

j. That a little part of my heart be buried near the racetrack at Hockenheim, preferably near the Ferrari pits, where Michael Shumacher raced in and won the German Grand Prix;

k. That anything else be done with my body that PETA believes will serve to draw attention to and so abate the plight of exploited animals.

I’m not the hugest fan of PETA. I mean yeah, I have a cat whom I rescued as a kitten and she’s adorable and I don’t anyone to eat her or wear her fur as a pelt. But that doesn’t mean I want to stop eating delicious hamburgers or other cats which Chinese restaurants pretend is sesame chicken. I admire the dedication to the cause though. To say people can eat you and torture you is pretty amazing. And having body parts sent to your enemies is pretty cool (although even more cool when it’s the body part of their family members, I’d think, since the “sending a horse’s head” option is probably out).

Nonetheless, it’s also a bit of a cop-out. There are certainly some brutal practices done to animals at some of these places, though I don’t believe every single one is as inhumane as PETA would lead you to believe. But having these things done to your corpse is kind of cheap. I mean, your body won’t be too delicious for the human barbecue if you’re dead and THEN you do the barbecue (how many cows are fed to us that died of old age and natural causes?). I’d say if you were really dedicated, you’d go to some third world country where they make the food and have them do it to you ALIVE. That’d really show us all the horrors of these facilities and really make me question my philosophies before I eat seven cheeseburgers in one sitting. I didn’t say it’d change my mind, but I’d briefly consider it, for sure.

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