This is anthropologist Grover Krantz and his Irish Wolfhound Clyde. Krantz died in 2002 after a long battle with pancreatic cancer and donated his body to science with one condition: his canine companions be kept with him after they pass. We're all crying now, right?
Before Krantz died, he said to Smithsonian anthropologist David Hunt, "I've been a teacher all my life and I think I might as well be a teacher after I'm dead, so why don't I just give you my body." When Hunt agreed, Krantz added, "But there's one catch: You have to keep my dogs with me."
So after Krantz passed, there was no funeral. Instead, his body was shipped to the University of Tennessee's body farm, where scientists study human decay rates to aid in forensic investigations. From there, he and his wolfhounds were housed in a green cabinet in the labyrinthine back halls of the Natural History Museum, the same place they keep the dinosaur bones.
Just beautiful. I still haven't given much thought of what I want done with my body after I die, but I think I want it tossed out of a helicopter over the plains of Africa and torn apart by lions. And I want somebody to make a documentary about the whole thing and I want it to be called, 'Limb from Limb: The Life and Death of the Geekologie Writer'. You'd watch that, right?
Thanks to Daryn, who wants to be shot out of a cannon. Another classic.