I agree with Eli. If you look at the note you notice that the three statements are not all left aligned as if someone wrote this all at once. which leaves me to believe that there was a conversation going on between one person and another using only a note and a glass window in a soundproof area.
As a student archaeologist I can tell partially answer Guitorman's question - many of those bodies which have not rotted away entirely, or been otherwise destroyed, are still there - deep within the ground, unlikely to be found, buried under buildings and in river beds. Many skeletons are broken up and destroyed by natural forces including micro and macro organisms. A small percentage of the soil in populated areas is probably made from human bone. It's a sobering thought that below and around us, in the ground, the plants and the animals, are the components of our ancestors. We breathe the same molecules of oxygen and nitrogen that they did. It's a funny old world, when you think about it.
I live where the local cemeteries do not allow grave markers that are not flush against the ground. This has been standard for thirty years or so, although the cemetery is quite old. The reason given is that the cemetery is located with an ocean view, and when severe storms come, parts of bodies, coffins and so on have been found on the beach. The gravestones that are not flush are the first things to go.
A little mental exercise : Just think of all the people in the world who have died.
Where are they?
They are not all cremated.(space saver)
They are not all lost at sea(lost at sea is,well,just lost at sea)
They are not all excarnated.
Caveman times.
Roman times.
The Black Plague of Europe in the 1340's when an estimated 60% of the population died.
They weren't ALL burned.
Modern times.
Wartime.
Any time.
Where are these people?
Where are these cemeteries? It boggles the mind.
Commenting on my comment of 1/16/08 :
actually for some reason depicted is not a cell phone(on the sign) BUT a standard telephone receiver.
Thanx:
That one was bothering me.(my own OCD)