Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2018/10/27/poor-r-value.html
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Is that where I was supposed to put them all?
They’re historical! Plus in the future we can clone the teeth’s possessors because, um, okay, why?
I wonder if this is anything like the razor blade wall slots that old homes used to have.
What? And the razors just fell behind the wall and stayed there?
An overlooked method of insulation?
Yes. Seriously. https://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=223599
That’s… that’s amazing!
And they didn’t even bother to put some wooden studs or something there even to sort of box them in?
The mind boggles!
With isotope analysis, we can definitely map where the people came from. And if I understand correctly, they are all older than the first tests of atomic bombs, so this could be quite interesting, at the very least for calibration curves.
Yes, it very much is a real life metaphor of pushing problems into the future for others to worry about.
Well, the rusty old razor blades we inherited in our 60 year-old house stayed there behind the wall … until a few months ago when we had to have a plumber in to replace some leaky drain pipes behind said wall. My wife and I had to dispose of dozens (hundreds?) of jagged tetanus vectors.
“Safety” razor, my eye.
“The museum would be pleased to receive the teeth”
Now there’s a sentence you don’t hear every day.
Seems sensible to me. Everyone who enters into the practice of dentistry(endodotics is bogged down in ongoing negotiations over whether it’s merely tooth-adjacent surgery or under the jurisdiction of the unseelie court’s tooth fairies) places themselves in particular debt to the tooth fairy; and having a suitable offering on hand can protect the entire building on those unpredictable occasions when a tithe is claimed.
Now, are we sure it really was a dentist’s office?
This has “Tooth Fairy” written all over it.
The oldest place I ever lived in was a row house in Montreal built in the 1870s, in an old Irish neighbourhood (essentially a slum until the 1980s). No slots for razors but the cellar was just a rough dirt floor. The mind boggled at what might be buried under there.
I’m guessing there are often cavities in the teeth in the cavities?
I’ll bet that’s where they put the bad children. The teeth are all that’s left.