Crap Caper: Chicago's illegal cache of human waste is tomorrow's gardening gold.
In an undisclosed storage area in Chicago, Nance Klehm has a hidden stockpile of human excrement. When the 1,500-gallon stash finishes its two-year composting cycle next summer, it will be soil as rich as any you could buy at the store-a gardener's black gold. If it's discovered by the authorities before then, it'll be deemed hazardous and removed. The hoard belongs to Humble Pile Chicago, a conspiracy of 22 people Klehm has rallied to help.Credit her childhood on a farm in northwest Illinois: Klehm is a self-made food and soil consultant who thinks we need to close the nutrient loop when it comes to a sustainable source of fertilizer. "It's hard to find safe soil for planting in the city," she says. "Most of what you get is stripped from someplace else; we're stealing it from one place and trying to enrich another with it. It's nuts."She decided years ago to collect more than kitchen scraps, and built herself a dry toilet to catch her "humanure." "My bucket is front and center in the bathroom at this point, while my flushie is just a book stand," she says. She started Chicago's Humble Pile to increase her yield. Participants had simple orders: Do your business in buckets, cover with sawdust, and fill large garbage cans for Klehm to cart away (while avoiding landlords).For Nicole Garneau, 39, a performance artist and teacher, taking part was easy. "I could do it without ever leaving the comfort of my home," she says. When her full barrel was ready for pickup, she'd boldly leave it out in front of her co-op building with a sign that read, "Nicole's shit, do not open." No one did.She's now eagerly awaiting the return of her portion of the pile, which she plans to nonchalantly fold into her co-op's box garden. By then it will bear no evidence of her dastardly deed-it will look, in fact, like any old humble pile of soil.NOW WHAT?To join the Chicago Humble Pile, visit spontaneousvegetation.net. Photos by Nance Klehm
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This response to someone grieving a friend might be the best internet comment ever
When someone is hit with the sudden loss of a friend or loved one, words rarely feel like enough. Yet, more than a decade ago, a wise Redditor named GSnow shared thoughts so profound they still bring comfort to grieving hearts today.
Originally posted around 2011, the now-famous reply was rediscovered when Upvoted, an official Reddit publication, featured it again to remind everyone of its enduring truth. It began as a simple plea for help: “My friend just died. I don't know what to do.”
What followed was a piece of writing that many consider one of the internet’s best comments of all time. It remains shared across social media, grief forums, and personal messages to this day because its honesty and metaphor speak to the raw reality of loss and the slow, irregular path toward healing.
Below is GSnow’s full reply, unchanged, in all its gentle, wave-crashing beauty:
Why this advice still matters
Mental health professionals and grief counselors often describe bereavement in stages or phases, but GSnow’s “wave theory” gives an image more relatable for many. Rather than a linear process, grief surges and retreats—sometimes triggered by a song, a place, or a simple morning cup of coffee.
In recent years, this metaphor has found renewed relevance. Communities on Reddit, TikTok, and grief support groups frequently reshare it to help explain the unpredictable nature of mourning.
Many readers say this analogy helps them feel less alone, giving them permission to ride each wave of grief rather than fight it.
Finding comfort in shared wisdom
Since this comment first surfaced, countless people have posted their own stories underneath it, thanking GSnow and passing the words to others facing fresh heartbreak. It’s proof that sometimes, the internet can feel like a global support group—strangers linked by shared loss and hope.
For those searching for more support today, organizations like The Dougy Center, GriefShare, and local bereavement groups offer compassionate resources. If you or someone you know is struggling with intense grief, please reach out to mental health professionals who can help navigate these deep waters.
When grief comes crashing like the ocean, remember these words—and hang on. There is life between the waves.
This article originally appeared four years ago.