We have body parts in our refrigerator.

Human body parts.

Really.

No, the wife has not enrolled in the J. Dahlmer Online Academy of Cuisine.

But there sits a small jar of dark fluid, with a biohazard warning label. With bluish-tan parts of a human being floating inside, suspended in a formaline solution.

Eldest son's right adrenal gland. Sliced and diced.

Yep, he got it back. Asked for it at his dr's appointment yesterday, and he got it. After filing a bunch of paperwork, and explaining to the lab folks why he wanted it.

Rats. When I watched the doc scrape the lipoma out of my thigh oh, so many years ago, the nurse was quite emphatic that I couldn't keep it. Was disturbed enough that I wanted to look at it.

Never really felt like a part of me was missing, but now, looking at the son's trophy, I am jealous.