This story reminds me of a little adventure I had years ago as a EMT in an ER, at a hospital that I won't name for reasons that will become quite clear.
I worked the night shift, it was a lot more fun, and I actually got some time to do some reading.
One night, I don't remember if it was dark and stormy, we got a ring at the ER door (it was locked after 2400 hrs because there was only a nurse and me on after that time, we had to wake the doc when we got someone in). A very nice couple had driven some bum to the ER after finding him on the side of the road with both his legs cut off. We never did get the name of the couple, and they drove off right after I got a gurney and wheeled the bum into the ER. I can't imagine the amount of blood that must have been on their back seat.
Anyway, we called the doc right away, and he came down and started all sorts of procedures to save this guy's life. The guy was still conscious, and he told us that he was bumming on a train, and he thought that the train had stopped, so he held onto the side of the boxcar door, and stepped down. Because the train was still moving, quite fast I'd guess, he tumbled on the ground then under the wheels of the train which cut off both his legs right below the knee on one side, and right above the knee on the other. I tried to get a good location from him as to where he stepped off the train, but no luck. The doc eventually knocked him out to do some bone reduction, and I called the local cops to see if they could go out and find the legs before some coyote walked off with them, or before some local dog brought them home for a reward. We just needed the legs for recovery reasons, as there was too much soft tissue damage to his stubs for an attempt to re-attach them, even if we could find them in time.
Eventually the bum went into the OR, where the docs stitched him up and added some blood to his dangerously low system. And the cops showed up with a couple of legs in a garbage bag for me, socks and shoes still on. They were more than happy to hand them over to me, and I was more than happy to find out that I didn't need to do anything more with them except to show them to the docs, for some reason, then toss them into the incinerator. We put everything in there, from placentas to diseased tissue to removed organs, to just plain bloody waste that could burn, like bandages and such.
Come to find out, after the bum wakes up, he asked for his legs. He says he belongs to some religious sect that believes one must be buried with everything you were issued by God, or else you showed up in Heaven with stuff missing. So they collected all their teeth they lost as kids, all their removed spleens, kidneys, and whatnot.
So the hospital administrator calls me up and asks me what I did with this bum's legs. I told him that I burned them. After he about passed out, he tells me to go to the incinerator when I come on shift, get some ashes out of the incinerator, and give them to the guy. I ask, logically enough, how much ash should two legs comprise, and what do I put it in? He says he'll have a nice box waiting for me in the ER, and to just "fill it up" and give it to this guy. Which I did.
So this guy is going to have this box full of ashes put into his coffin, and somehow that will work. The bum seemed to go for it, but I doubt he knows the truth.
When he get to Heaven, his legs are either going to look like two stubbed out cigars with ashes on the end, or he's going to have all sorts of organs, placentas and such hanging off below his knees.
I sure hope his God isn't a vengeful god, or I'm in trouble.