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and why?
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I want to be buried in 'green cemetary' in a pine box or just straight in the ground. Don't preserve me, I won't need it. I would say just cremate me, but I don't like the idea of my loved ones who are left after I die carrying around a urn of ashes. It's just kinda weird if you ask me.
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Oddly, I don't want either of those. I would just want to be left out in the open on the plains somewhere. I know it must sound weird but that's what I want. My cousin's grandmother had her husband cremated (Yes, he was dead.). She took his gold teeth, had them melted down and made a ring!
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I refuse to be embalmed. I dare any funeral director to try and come near me with that crazy machine.
Serious: I would/will be buried in some sarcophagus in some random UK cemetary. |
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I'd rather be buried. Preferably in a way where my remains can actually "go back to the earth". I've always had this fantasy of having a young tree planted over my remains, so that I can, even in death, help support the cycle of life. However, this is, as I said, just a fantasy. In their grief people want to go all out in a funeral, and it seems disrespectful to some to bury a loved one without a coffin or in a poorly made one... so most likely my family, when I am dead, will bury me in an expensive box so that my remains can be preserved for a long time without being used for anything.
However, I don't really care that much. When I'm dead I'm dead... not around to care about what is being done with my dead body. Funerals are for the living; my family will and should do whatever comforts them most.
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I've got papers signed and witnessed by my parents to have my body sent to the University of Tennessee when I die.. They're going to set me out in the woods and study me as I rot.
Not only do I get to go back to the earth, but I get to help science as well! |
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The second I saw the title of this thread (and every time I saw it thereafter), a Monty Python sketch popped into my head.
Those who are easily offended, don't read on...The Undertaker's Sketch from Monty Python's Contractual Obligations Album MAN: (entering a shop) Um, excuse me, is this the undertaker's? UNDERTAKER: Yup, that's right, what can I do for you, squire? M: Um, well, I wonder if you can help me. My mother has just died and I'm not quite sure what I should do. U: Ah, well, we can 'elp you. We deal with stiffs. M: (aghast) Stiffs? U: Yea. Now there's three things we can do with your mum. We can bury her, burn her, or dump her. M: Dump her? U: Dump her in the Thames. M: (still aghast) What? U: Oh, did you like her? M: Yes! U: Oh well, we won't dump her, then. Well, what do you think: burn her, or bury her? M: Um, well, um, which would you recommend? U: Well they're both nasty. If we burn her, she gets stuffed in the flames, crackle, crackle, crackle, which is a bit of a shock if she's not quite dead. But quick. And then you get a box of ashes, which you can pretend are hers. M: (timidly) Oh. U: Or, if you don't wanna fry her, you can bury her. And then she'll get eaten up by maggots and weevils, nibble, nibble, nibble, which isn't so hot if, as I said, she's not quite dead. M: I see. Um. Well, I.. I.. I.. I'm not very sure. She's definitely dead. U: Where is she? M: In the sack. U: Let's 'ave a look. (FX: rustle of bag opening) U: Umm, she looks quite young. M: Yes, she was. U: (over his shoulder) FRED! F: (offstage) Yea! U: I THINK WE'VE GOT AN EATER! F: (offstage) I'll get the oven on! M: Um, er...excuse me, um, are you... are you suggesting we should eat my mother? (pause) U: Yeah. Not raw, not raw. We cook her. She'd be delicious with a few french fries, a bit of stuffing. Delicious! (smacks his lips) M: What! (he stammers) (pause) M: Actually, I do feel a bit peckish - No! NO, I can't! U: Look, we'll eat your mum. Then, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up into it. M: All right.
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For me, I like that idea too...going back to the earth. I had previously wanted to be cremated, and my ashes scattered in some significant place to me. But upon reflection, I decided that I didn't want the smoke from me being created, adding to the pollution that already exists.
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That's great, Bastet!
Ah, how I love Monty Python... |
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I want to be cremated and tossed into the Gulf of Mexico.
Why? Because its cheap and I like the Gulf of Mexico. |