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I'm looking to fill out my name change document and one of the last pages has me really confused. I'm 21 so many of these legal terms and where to find stuff is really confusing. There's a portion where it says a "commissioner" in my community needs to see me sign this document,
"There are commissioners in every community who will provide this service. Here are some examples of commissioners:
• a member of the Legislative Assembly of Ontario
• clerks, deputy clerks and treasurers of local municipalities
• a lawyer entitled to practice law in Ontario
• provincial judges and justices of the peace"
For anyone who has gone through a name change can I receive help on where to find and contact someone like this? I'm in Mississauga if that helps. I really want to get this form done but I feel lost. Thank you for the help!

I’m mostly adhd and slightly on the spectrum, but I’ve had a hyperperspiration problem every since I was a teenager. All signs point to antidepressants being the culprit, but I was wondering…
Can sensory problems manifest as temperature sensitivity?

Hello, I wanted to share with you my progress with learning Django. I hope that's okay.
Here goes...
I am a newb when it comes to programming. But I am a very hard working newb who does her best to learn and practice programming everyday.
I have recently completed a fairly complex project using Flask. It was not my first Flask project but it was a project that made me feel “Okay, I guess I know a thing or two.”
Still, I really wanted to learn Django. I started out by skimming the official docs, and checking out the tutorials.
I followed the initial tutorial which showed how to initiate a Project and an app by typing three commands in the terminal. When I saw the project’s skeleton and the amount of files that were generated I felt really overwhelmed and intimidated. I skimmed through the following tutorials with increasing anxiety as I considered the amount of details that had to be set right from the get go. “There is no way, I am going to remember to do all of that” I thought to myself. I then thought about how wonderful Flask is for letting me do things one step at a time and giving me the freedom to structure my project the way I wanted. I really wanted to give up on learning Django...
But I decided not to; if I want to become a developer I must get better at learning, and worse at giving up. So, my next mission was to figure out how to learn this framework that terrified me a little
I looked for tutorials hoping to find something that would spark my interest and ease my anxiety. I needed a tutorial that balances the why and the how (I really dislike being told to do something without a sufficient explanation). After searching for a while without success. I decided to check out what Mozilla.org had to offer, and I am so glad I did. They have a super detailed, easy to follow tutorial that shows you how to build a local library.
One thing that I did not want to do though was to manually add book instances, and so I decided to use an API as a data source. I had once heard that Google had a book API, and since I love Google, I immediately registered my project on the Google API website and got my API key. I was all set and ready to start making requests, but the problem was that I did not know how to integrate this with my Django application. After researching for a while, I learned about Django’s Commands.
Learning how to use Commands was a challenging adventure in its own rights. Nonetheless, I kept at it motivated by how much I disliked repetitive mundane tasks such as populating a fictional library.
After adding hundreds of books programmatically, I continued the tutorial. I stopped again when it asked to manually select the status of book instances. The status could be [‘maintenance’, ‘on loan’, ‘available’ or ‘reserved’]. I was not about to do that manually and so I wrote a command for it. After that I wrote another command to automate adding a due date to borrowed books.
Finishing the tutorial took me a few days. I read every part carefully, did all the challenges, and then gave myself extra challenges, mainly because I felt the website needed some extra options. For example, I thought that admins should be able to have easier access to a page that showed all borrowed lists and so I added that to their view of the navbar (I added another if statement to the base-generic.html).
I think it is very important to do challenges while learning. It really helps hammer in new concepts and with releasing that much needed dopamine.
After finishing the tutorial, I decided to complete the challenge and build a simple blog. Now, thanks to all that practice, I feel much better about working with Django. Also, I have developed a great deal of appreciation to the framework. It really does simplify so many things.
Anyhow, the moral of the story:

1. Don’t give up.
2. Practice, practice, practice.
3. Do your best to learn the why not just the how.
4. Challenge yourself.
5. Be bold and seek solutions to issues.
6. Being lazy can be a great motivator.

My baby has been enjoying sucking on her hands/fingers since she turned 3 months. The drool is everywhere. I thought it was normal 3 month old stuff but a few people have told me it's because she's teething. I've checked her gums but I don't see any signs of a tooth.
So for parents of hand suckers/gnawers at what age did babies first tooth arrive?

Hi Reddit, I need some advice on a dilemma that's been weighing on me. Here's the backstory:

• Pre-pandemic: My friend and I met in university through our shared interest in activism.
  
  • We became close during the pandemic, bonding over our neurodivergent tendencies and frustration with our major.
• 2021-2022: advised by my advisor to take a break for my mental health, I took a leave of absence but I got a decent corporate marketing job instead which led me to not enrol for 3 semesters.
  
• 2022: My friend excelled in their academics by focusing on a niche topic not commonly explored in our department, leading to overseas workshops and conferences.
  
  • I felt envious as studying abroad has always been my dream but knew the ship had sailed for me to pursue academia full-time.
  • They invited me to join an internationally acclaimed org that revolves around using your career for good. I was interested as this was the org that funded their overseas workshops.
• 2023: my parents convinced me to return to university for my recovery, and I joined a business organization my friend was recruiting for, as it aligned with my career trajectory.
  
  • I will also be joining the international org they invited me into last 2022 as it allowed me to participate in "doing good" without being burned out by physical and mental exhaustion as my activist life did from 2018-2021.
  • Friend launched a reading group for their research interest in tech ethics, which coincided with one of my favorite things to do (experimenting w tech), so I joined.
  • I realized that I might want to pursue this research interest and potentially pursue academia with it, as it has groundbreaking implications that have not been explored at all by my activist friends still active in the organization.
  • I also realized that this might be the perfect intersection and compromise between my new life (career-building and future proofing) and my old life (dedicating my time and energy to emancipatory efforts).

So, Reddit, WIBTA for wanting to pursue the same research interest as my friend? Here are some additional details to consider:

• I'm not sure if my interest is subconscious imitation or if it's truly me.
• I don't want to make my friend uncomfortable, as I'm already applying to two of their current organizations and I am currently a member of their reading group.
• I know that the feeling of being imitated or copied is unpleasant, and I don't want to do that to my friend.
• However, I also believe that my interests are valid, and I know that pursuing this research interest (with the specific intention of using it for emancipatory and activist purposes) has the potential to really do good.

TLDR: I'm worried about making my friend uncomfortable and I'm unsure if my interest is truly my passion or subconscious imitation.

(PLEASE forgive my username! and don't look at my history unless you're ready for adult stuff)
I'm an autistic adult who would like to get a chance to get a higher education. I had to drop out of high school due to my disorder but I did get my GED. In most subjects, I'm perfectly comfortable but when it comes to Math, I have panic attacks.
I'm curious if anyone knows of a good online resource for relearning math? I'd like to start at a fairly low level, above subtraction and addition, so I guess at division onward. I do suffer from dyscalculia which has been a major challenge throughout my life but if I want to actually get a degree I need to work hard on my issue with Math.
I'm also 40 years old if that changes things? I would like the resource to be free and hopefully interactive and with tests. I've searched around a bit but the options are a touch overwhelming and for a lot of them I end up wasting time signing up only to find out the website doesn't meet my needs.

Is there a skin that lets you hide a specific work from view? I like a particular author but they have this one fic that triggers me just to see the blurb and I want to be able to go on their page and see no sign of it, can that be done?

I want to sign into my account on the Google play store and enjoy apps through this device. Is there anyway to install the Google play store?

Part 1 here if you haven't read.
Chapter 3: A Fallen King
After the shock events in the main event of Wrestle Kingdom 10, Omega has one thing on his mind, Devitt's IWGP Heavyweight Championship. During Fantastica Mania, Omega sets the challenge out to Devitt after winning a 6-man tag with the Young Bucks against Kazuchika Okada, Shinsuke Nakamura and Tomohiro Ishii. Omega is later announced as the number 1 contender to the IWGP Heavyweight Championship, with a match set for The New Beginning in Osaka.
The New Beginning in Osaka:
Kenny Omega def. King Devitt (c) to win the IWGP Heavyweight Championship
At The New Beginning in Osaka, Omega and Devitt wrestle for 33 minutes with Devitt LOSING TO OMEGA!! OMEGA HITS DEVITT WITH A ONE WINGED ANGEL AND TAKES THE IWGP HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP HOME WITH HIM! THE KING HAS BEEN DETHRONED! Devitt's first reign with the IWGP Heavyweight Championship ends at 221 days.
New Japan Cup:
Next for Devitt is the New Japan Cup, where in the first round he is placed against Hiroyoshi Tenzan, who he beats after a Bloody Sunday in a 12 minute bout. In the quarters, its a fierce confrontation against Bad Luck Fale, who he also beats. In the semis, its a wonderful performance from Hirooki Goto but its not enough to beat Devitt. And now, the finals of the New Japan Cup 2016 is Prince Devitt vs Tetsuya Naito and after 25 minutes Prince Devitt is SUCCESSFUL IN WINNING THE NEW JAPAN CUP, PINNING NAITO FOR THE 3 COUNT AFTER HITTING HIM WITH A BLOODY SUNDAY! When asked who he wants to face after his win, the answer is as clear as day. HE WANTS THE FUCKING OMEGA REMATCH AT INVASION ATTACK!
Invasion Attack:
Kenny Omega (c) def. Prince Devitt to retain the IWGP Heavyweight Championship
At Invasion Attack, the Prince has the perfect opportunity to get rid of the Cleaner by embarrassing him and taking his belt away on his first defense. A 21 minute bout, Devitt finds himself on the losing end once again after a trifecta of V-Triggers and a One Winged Angel. Devitt lashes out after the loss, pushing away Taguchi who tried consoling his tag partner and storming away from the arena.
Devitt disappears for a few months, until his return at Destruction in Tokyo, attacking Omega after a successful defense against Hiroshi Tanahashi. Devitt is painted red, later revealing its a symbol of the demons that were contained inside of him, but now? They're free. This sets up a match at King of Pro-Wrestling where if Devitt loses, he can't challenge for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship as long as Omega is in New Japan.
King of Pro-Wrestling
Kenny Omega (c) def. Prince Devitt to retain the IWGP Heavyweight Championship (As Devitt lost, he can no longer challenge for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship as long as Kenny Omega is in New Japan)
Despite a killer contest between the two, with Devitt kicking out of multiple V-Triggers and Omega kicking out of the Bloody Sunday, ITS ADAM FUCKING COLE BAY BAY! Cole runs in and hits Devitt with the Florida Keys on the outside and rolling him back in the ring so Omega can finish Devitt off once and for all with the One Winged Angel, retaining his title and ensuring Devitt can no longer challenge for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship for as long as he's there.
Chapter 4: Foreign Excursion
Devitt has a clear goal in mind now after being restricted from obtaining the biggest prize he could have won. Or well, what he thought was the biggest as it turns out the man that fucked him over at King of Pro-Wrestling is the ROH World Champion. Devitt finds himself travelling across continents for his next pursuit. He invades Glory by Honor, attacking Cole after his 8-man tag match and demanding a ROH World Championship match. Cole tells Devitt this isn't Japan and if he wants the title match, he has to properly earn it. Devitt says he'll do it by any means necessary. This leads to Devitt's inclusion in a Survival of the Fittest qualifying match at the aforementioned PPV against Punishment Martinez.
Survival of the Fittest:
Prince Devitt def. Punishment Martinez to earn a spot in the Survival of the Fittest elimination match
Devitt finds himself unlucky on paper in this encounter, coming up against one of the toughest men in ROH. It makes no difference to him however, as he beats Martinez with a Bloody Sunday to put him one step closer to that ROH World Championship.
Prince Devitt def. Lio Rush, Bobby Fish, Jax Dane, Dalton Castle and The Punisher to win the Survival of the Fittest elimination match for the No.1 Contendership to the ROH World Championship
Devitt runs riot over the members of the ROH roster, eliminating every single one of them with a Bloody Sunday in quickish fashion to earn the right to face Adam Cole for the ROH World Championship. Cole came out after the match, mockingly congratulating Devitt on his win. Devitt invites him to share the ring with him which Cole does. He then extends his hand out to Cole as a sign of respect. Cole surprisingly goes for it BUT WAIT... DEVITT HITS HIM WITH THE BLOODY SUNDAY! Devitt picks up the ROH Championship and raises it above his head as the fans chant Devitt's name.
Road to Final Battle:
Cole and Devitt meet in the ring on the last ROH show before Final Battle, where Cole decides to add a little twist to the mix. He calls for the match to be a No Holds Barred match to which Devitt is more than willing to participate in. The two reluctantly shake on it before butting heads with each other.
Final Battle:
Prince Devitt def. Adam Cole (c) to win the ROH World Championship
Devitt's pursuit for gold since losing the IWGP Heavyweight Championship at the start of the year has been tough, but after 27 minutes in the ring with Adam Cole, Devitt can now consider himself the NEW RING OF HONOR WORLD CHAMPION! Devitt pinned Cole for the 3 count after hitting him with the same Diving Double Foot Stomp to the head that he put Anderson down with. Cole offers his hand out to Devitt after the match and Devitt accepts, showing a respect for each other. Devitt's celebration doesn't last long however, as a man who made his debut earlier in the night, Cody, came out to the ring, supposedly to challenge Devitt to a match. Cody completely avoids Devitt however and has his sights set on Cole. Cody grabs a mic and asks Cole for a match at the ROH 15th Anniversary Show. Cole accepts the match and the two shake on it. Cody pics up his mic again and says "Oh, and one more thing.." before HITTING DEVITT WITH A CROSS RHODES! Cole laughs as Cody reveals himself as the newest member of Bullet Club. Cole then tells Cody to pick up Devitt near the corner, allowing him to hit a Panama Sunrise.
Road to WK11:
On an episode of Ring of Honor Wrestling, Cole decides to invoke his rematch clause against Devitt, wishing for the match to occur at Wrestle Kingdom 11. Devitt initially declines his offer but after a video is played on the titantron of The Young Bucks beating up Taguchi, he has no choice but to accept it now it's personal.
Wrestle Kingdom 11:
Adam Cole def. Prince Devitt (c) to win the ROH World Championship
Devitt's reign as ROH World Champion comes to a very premature end, losing the title in just over a month to the man he beat for the title at Final Battle. Cody screws Devitt in this match, hitting him with a Cross Rhodes on the outside and tossing him back in the ring before Cole added the final touch, hitting a Panama Sunrise to end the Prince's reign of Ring of Honor.
Chapter 5: The End of the Prince
Fantastica Mania:
Prince Devitt, Rysuke Taguchi, Matt Sydal, Ricochet and Kyle O' Reilly def. Bullet Club (Kenny Omega, Adam Cole, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson and Cody)
Devitt, alongside Taguchi find themselves acquiring the services of Matt Sydal and Ricochet, as well as the No.1 Contender to Cole's ROH World Championship, Kyle O' Reilly. The match lasts 16 minutes and ends with Sydal picking up a pinfall victory over Nick Jackson after hitting him with a Shooting Star Press. After the match, Devitt decided to lay into Cody a bit more, hitting him with a Bloody Sunday and putting the offer out for a match at The New Beginning in Sapporo. Cody grabs the mic while grounded as the winning team exit and accepts Devitt's challenge, calling him a coward bastard.
The New Beginning in Sapporo:
Cody def. Prince Devitt
Devitt's singles woes continues as he suffers another loss to Cody, who puts him away after a trifecta of Cross Rhodes. Cody adds insult to injury by injuring the shoulder of Balor by slamming it with a steel chair repeatedly. This causes Devitt to have to take time out, meaning he'll miss the G1 Climax and potentially big PPV's such as Dominion.
King of Pro-Wrestling:
Ryusuke Taguchi def. Cody (c) to win the IWGP US Championship
After reaggravating his injury, causing him to spend a while longer on the shelf, Devitt made his return to New Japan at King of Pro-Wrestling, aiding Taguchi in defeating Cody to win the IWGP US Championship. Devitt then extends the offer to one more match at Global Wars, which Cody accepts, before getting hit with a Bloody Sunday
Global Wars:
Prince Devitt def. Cody
Devitt finally avenges his loss at The New Beginning in Sapporo by beating Cody in this 17 minute match. Devitt successfully got the pinfall on Cody after a Reverse Bloody Sunday from the 2nd rope. Devitt decides to return the favour from Sapporo, injuring the shoulder of Cody with a steel chair before the Bullet Club come out to save Cody.
Power Struggle:
Prince Devitt def. Hangman Page
Hangman Page decides to step up to the plate in order to avenge his fallen teammate by beating him at Power Struggle. 22 minutes later however and Hangman Page finds himself laid out on the mat after getting hit with a Bloody Sunday and pinned for a 3 count. Cody appears on the titantron and says he wants to finish this at Wrestle Kingdom 12, in the same way he finished AJ Styles off 2 years prior, in a Loser Leaves NJPW match. Devitt says one less member of the Bullet Club is a success for him and accepts the challenge without thinking about the potential consequences this may bring towards him.
Wrestle Kingdom 12:
Cody def. Prince Devitt in a Loser Leaves NJPW match
Despite hitting 2 Bloody Sunday's in this spectacular encounter, Devitt finds himself coming up short in this 36 minute match, getting pinned for the 3 count after an out of this world Cross Rhodes from the second rope. After the match, Omega, the Bucks and Page come out, supposedly to send Devitt out of New Japan painfully. Surprisingly not, as Omega offers his hand out to Devitt as an ultimate sign of respect. Confetti begins spraying across the arena as Devitt is reduced to tears. Cody is against all of this and after Devitt, The Bucks and Page leave the ring, he HITS OMEGA WITH A CROSS RHODES! BULLET CLUB IS IMPLODING! The Bucks and Page run to the ring to confront Cody but NICK TURNS ON MATT, HITTING HIM WITH A SUPERKICK! While all this commotion occurs in the ring, Devitt watches from the rampway, smiling as he leaves New Japan with his main goal the past 4 years finally completed.
Epilogue:
Who knew that all it would take to destroy the Bullet Club would be a handshake? A 4-year rivalry which will go down in the history books, Devitt fought to the last 3 seconds, hoping that one day he'll find his own creation being destroyed. And while Bullet Club would eventually reunite, Devitt still managed to achieve part of his plan. Throughout this rivalry, he found himself butting heads with many members of Bullet Club, including Omega, Styles, Anderson and Gallows, Omega (again), The Bucks, Takahashi, Page, Cole and most importantly Cody. During that time, Devitt managed to pick up his fourth IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship, his first IWGP Heavyweight Championship, his first ROH World Championship as well as winning the 2016 New Japan Cup. Overall, wherever this version of Devitt goes to next, you can guarentee he'll tear the competition down.

Posted this over in germangenealogy and I realized I forgot to crosspost it over here.
Trying to do some research on an ancestor named Angela Mertens. FamilySearch Link.
Angela was from Borlinghausen and married a Joannes Henricus Mertens in Kleinenberg. Her marriage record says her father was Joseph Mertens, a farmer from Borlinghausen.
A while ago I tried to sort out all of the Mertens listed in Kleinenberg, and I was able to find a Joes Joseph whose second daughter Gertrud married Gregorius Mertens -- Angela's brother-in-law. The father was born in Kleinenberg, however, not Borlinghausen.
Honestly I think I have them all tangled wrong. Given that Mertens seems to be a fairly common name in the Paderborn area, I think I screwed up somewhere. Finding some info from Borlinghausen might be the key to helping untangle them.
I did find a possible birth record: https://data.matricula-online.eu/en/deutschland/paderborn/DE_EBAP_12110/KB002-01-T/?pg=80
This is from Willebadessen, which looks to be just north of Borlinghausen, but I'm not sure that would be the right diocese for the family. Also the father's name in the record - Joanne Bernardo - does not match the name given on Angela's wedding record.
Can anyone help me sort this out?
This is a transcription of Angela's marriage record: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1K0Hu1L2M7U_Wp4fnFwOrUk7xC0CwpoFP/view?usp=share_link
Here's the actual marriage record: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oAVD11tPplrLHBEdwE_ZtDCVz9fl9-A-/view?usp=share_link
Here's a transcription of Angela's death record: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wZCVoKtRO5iEDioWLBnFTxMcsvJgWeCx/view?usp=share_link
And here's the actual death record: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CcX9aLDyh3QW1F89MT2TQJ_BRdcYxafB/view?usp=share_link
Any help would be much appreciated. I feel like I screwed this whole line up.
I'm sorry...I missed out on a detail or two.
I focused my research on Kleinenberg because that's where her husband and descendants were from. I dug through the indexed records on FamilySearch for all the Mertens from that town and pieced them together like a big puzzle hoping to find what I could about her family. During this, I was able to put her together with supposed father and sister. But I couldn't find a birth record for Angela. Through all this, I had totally forgotten about the notes saying that she was from Borlinghausen.
So now I started digging for records from Borlinghausen and I'm questioning everything I put together before. Neither FS nor Ancestry have records for Borlinghausen, but I thought maybe I found it through Matricula (as mentioned in my post), but I'm not sure I have the right church book. Just like I found a record for AN Angela Mertens who fits the right time of birth, but not the right father. Unless he went by Joannes and Joseph.
Basically, I've got myself all screwed up in uncertainty and I don't know what to trust anymore.

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So not to talk shit about my parents but I need advice how to handle this situation.
My dad bought my car from me because his broke down completely (junked) and he needed a car to go to work and I live 7 min away from my work and so I don't really need my car. Car was sold for $5000 (valued at $6000). I fixed a few things on it did the safety and gave it to them. The problem is my folks are so cheap they do not want to pay the registration fee (HST fee totalling around $600). So instead they went to some shady lawyer and got a letter for $75 that states that I entrust my vehicle to my parents. The car already has expired plates. I want to go to the Ministry of Transportation and de-register my car because I do not want to be in my name and be liable for anything that happens. If I do that they will be driving an unregistered vehicle (technically already unregistered). Legally I do not have to do anything as I have already signed my registration portion that the car was sold. So if a police officer pulls them over he will see registration in my name but he will also see that the car was sold on such a date. Than my parents will get a hefty fine up their ass. My concern is if they get into an accident with the car being registered in my name. What do you guys think? Should I just go and de-register it? By the way my dad makes over $109,000 a year, they are not poor.

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When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.

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When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.

Tldr at the bottom.
So my cat which is a Scottish fold gave birth a few days ago (like a week ago?), this is her 3rd pregnancy. She had 6 but one of them was underdeveloped so it died, but the rest of the kittens were fine and growing normally. Then one died 2 days ago and another one today (maybe like an hour ago) but they both died while no one was home.
And this isn't the first time this sort of thing happened. When her first pregnancy happened all the kittens lived and were perfectly healthy except for 1 that died right after it was born. Her 2nd one they were sort of fine until mom cat got sick and that made her not care about them anymore, so we were hand feeding them and making them them for most of the time. But they all died one by one. Right now I found one of them close to dying with the dead one, he wasn't moving and laying on his side and breathing slow, he also wasn't meowing when I poked him multiple times like his siblings. And when I picked him up he was limp and barely moving, just kicking and flapping his arms and legs. He was also dropping his head to the side which is usually a sign of them dying. I'm currently keeping him warm and feeding him bottled cat milk (he can't drink from mom) every few moments and giving him to mom cat to lick him and give him warmth, and I've been making sure he doesn't lose consciousness. He seemed to gain his energy back at first (he meowed 3 times and was moving a little more) but now he's moving even less than now. He tried to meow a couple of times, but no sound came out and his mouth sometimes stays open like a corpse.
Idk if its fading kitten syndrome because I feel like it's happening too fast to be that. Any idea on why this is happening and how to stop it?
Tldr: mom cat is on her third pregnancy after her last one's died from most likely fading kitten syndrome. The new kittens are dying. And right now I have one that's about to die, I've been bottle feeding and warming him but his energy is still going down. How do I help him and if I can't can I at least save the others.
important notes: the vet is not an option because the free clinics don't help much, all they can do is prescribe medication or refer you to another veterinary that is expensive