As tempting as it is to leave grandparent-dust in the Haunted Mansion forever, you’re not supposed to do that.
People are allegedly leaving their dearly departed in various attractions, including the Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, and It’s A Small World. Special janitors have to come in and handle it.
Guests are possibly breathing in corpses on certain rides.
I mean, uh, horrible. Just horrible.
There’s absolutely no goth-y part of me that finds that fascinating and a little bit wonderful at all. Nope.
But seriously, I want to go back and keep an eye out for people with family-baggies now.
I’ll take any excuse, really, to hit Disney World again.
I’ve always been a little bit obsessed with Disney. That’s not sarcasm or hipster-ism. (It’s suddenly become cool to like Disney, as the Hot Topic Disney department demonstrates.) I’m not finding it again — because I never grew out of it in the first place.
I’ve never grown out of anything. Naps, cartoons, and stuffed animals are all clutch. I’d probably still suck my thumb if it weren’t for peer pressure when I was seven-ish to quit.
How you reconcile that part of my personality with the part that’s fixated on cremains is up to you.