I am going to have my head cryogenically frozen and when science permits, I will have my head attached to a tickle me elmo doll.
Any usable organs donated--I've signed the donor card and made sure my next of kin understand my wishes--whatever's left cremated and scattered to return all the atoms to the earth they came from. Somebody else might be able to use them, no sense locking them up in a casket for however long it takes for nature to break it down and do it anyway. And everybody should have a party--on me, from the proceeds of the estate--to celebrate my life, not mourn my death. I want there to be a party, like the ones we had for my parents when they left us, that I'd want to be at. And maybe I will be in some form, who knows. I sure don't, and I don't believe anyone else does either.
...try a Tibetan sky burial....the monks chop you up into morsels and feed you to the vultures....that way you really do enter the food chain and nature!!!!
And here's wishing ya the best at that party.....Great tradition Dex....the whole mourning the loss thing is not my cuppa either....
Nice idea. One way or another we're all going to end up back in the food chain anyway, might as well give Mother Nature a hand...
Agreed. Grief, while a certain amount of it is unavoidable, seems essentially selfish to me, because it's about ourselves, what we have lost. You have to work your way through it--and it *is* work--but it shouldn't last a long time. I grieved the death of my parents, but not for a long time, it was inevitable and natural and necessary, and when it finally happened, it was time. Past time, actually, their final few years were pretty miserable for them. A few days after my father died one of my brothers and I got together, he brought a bottle of fine old Irish whisky, I had a 12 year old single malt scotch, we sat up all night, drank both bottles, dredged up every nasty rotten thing, every mistake, we could ever remember dad doing, and completely purged ourselves of all the negatives. After that we were free to mourn our loss and remember him with great love for all the good things he was and did, and now, only the positives remain. He was a good but imperfect man, as are we, and he loved us without reservation, as we do our children. That's all that matters.
It was an excellent catharsis, I recommend it.
the victorians had a widespread fear that they'd be buried alive, since certain diseases can leave you unconscious with no detectable respiration or pulse. The response was to create coffins with small holes in, through which were connected some pulleys and strings so that if anyone woke inside their coffin they could pull on the strings which'd ring a bell at the surface.