Since this thread was started in 2005, I think they’ve expanded in the last 7 years.
bigger and [del]better[/del] more decomposed/
But what if there is mail for one of the ‘residents’?
I’m sure that the credit card companies would still like to contact them. And maybe Rachel from card services…
I can’t find anything on Google Maps any more. Does it still exist?
Note Cecil’s column, which mentions this is passing: How do you donate your body to science? - The Straight Dope
It’s no body’s business.
Hey, maybe they need zombies for research?
“I ain’t got no body …”
Was it necessary to revive this thread seven years later for a joke?
First, to answer the last person 5 years ago, it is always necessary to revive any old post for a joke! Second, I went to UT Knoxville and took the course in anthropology and forensic science for nursing school in 1998 where I graduated.
BUT, back before I knew what or where the body farm was, my boyfriend and I got stopped by the police and told we were on the freaking premises in 1995 when I was a new freshman. It’s behind UT Knoxville medical center. I was 19 years old and my boyfriend was the first guy I had slept with, so sex was new and fun and that’s all we did that year. We thought it would be romantic to take a sleeping bag and some pillows and go to the bluffs overlooking the beautiful Tennessee river. There were gorgeous cliffs right on the river’s edge, and the easiest and only way to access them, from what we could tell, was behind the UT hospital. We had parked back as close to the woods as possible and unloaded the sleeping bag and pillows to walk the 100 or so yards to the bluffs. That’s when the police arrived and informed us of where we were. They stopped us just as we entered the woods. And thank God they did. Lol! We had NO IDEA where we were and there was NO fence or sign. He said, “twenty feet further and you’d have stumbled into the first corpse…” The police thought it was hilarious. We were upwind and there was NO smell. Just had to revive the thread again to add this story. 
I was imagining the phone call from you to the cops, if they hadn’t stopped you and you had stumbled into a field of corpses.
I guess that cooled your ardour for that night at least…