Word: burials
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...wait a moment. There's something wrong with this picture. Hasn't this all been settled--and in the negative? It certainly seemed so. In 1988, just as scientific testing and historical scholarship had convinced ever greater numbers of intelligent people that the shroud might indeed be Jesus' burial cloth, its keepers elected to allow one more test. They distributed small samples to three laboratories for radiocarbon dating. Several months later, the labs revealed their verdict: the linen of the cloth dated no earlier than the late Middle Ages. Skeptics rejoiced; romantics were subdued. One crestfallen enthusiast later wrote...
...rendered by no artistic method either of the Middle Ages or of Jesus' time. Publicized by a spate of books, the 1978 findings exposed more people to the shroud than had ever thought of it before--and convinced a hefty portion of them that it was indeed Christ's burial sheet. That is, until an additional experiment seemed to rule out that possibility entirely...
...thousands of dollars and the cooperation of psychics, museum curators and department tutors (not to mention Merriman's own emotional and physical investment) await consummation in the performance of the project. But for all of Merriman's successes, she still faces one enormous obstacle. The onetime presentation of "Burial" is scheduled for dusk (around 7:46 p.m.) on May 2 as part of Arts First. But as Merriman puts it, "Harvard is not that excited about me digging a hole in the ground." Despite the overwhelming support from some members of Harvard's administration and Merriman's resolution of insurance...
...technician running the machine had me strip down to the basics and slip on a blue hospital gown. No jewelry was allowed. My mind wandered to the thought of traditional Jewish burial garb, namely a simple white gown known as the kitel. All Jews leave earth as they arrived, that is, simple and unadorned...
Finishing was the best part. Rather than remain in my grave of sorts, I got dressed and went to job interviews. This burial was, happily, only a run-through. I sincerely hope that when my Time does come, I end up in a place in which music is not so insulted that Michael Bolton muzak is considered jazz...