Cremated, and sent to the moon. Then everyone have a party. With cocaine, beer, shrooms, and fish tacos. A LOT of fish tacos.
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We put the "fun" in funeral
- Thread starter Goatee220
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This sums it up perfectly for me. My preference would be to be cremated. Won't happen if I go before my wife, she is adamant that she does not want to mourn me under those circumstances. So of course I would never insist upon it, because you are exactly right, at that point, it won't matter to me one little bit.
Interesting POV. I disagree with it entirely, but interesting nonetheless. You guys that want the bugs to eat you better look into your local and state laws and such. The government is up in your business even after you die, and there are often limitations on how they can put you in the ground. Might not be so easy to find a place where you can get buried that way.
I don't care what they do with my carcass when I'm done with it. Kinda like selling a car, I don't really care where it goes, it's not mine anymore. I'll be outta there, the rest of y'all can do as you see fit.
Bury me in a shallow grave along a highway, and then have someone else report a found body.
Tell the authorities that you saw a tall, 7footish, grim character in a black cloak carrying a scythe digging there a few days previous, but you didnt catch his face.
Tell the authorities that you saw a tall, 7footish, grim character in a black cloak carrying a scythe digging there a few days previous, but you didnt catch his face.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope you go before me if this is what your party is going to be like
slobake
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That's great!
If we die close to around the same time (as in within months) we could both get frozen solid and catapulted at each other to shatter into millions of human ice shards over a burning graveyard while drunk friends and family dance a jig!
That would be epic.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad song for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dew drops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-1894
Sing no sad song for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dew drops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-1894
I would like to be left to rot above ground in one of those mushroom suits that grows and consumes your body.
As for the funeral, I hope I have written one song worthy enough that I can appoint it to be played by a musician (or musicians) of my choosing and then put down in a tangible form (I'm still trying to think of something that will last many years without being taken care of) as a testament to my art.
As for the funeral, I hope I have written one song worthy enough that I can appoint it to be played by a musician (or musicians) of my choosing and then put down in a tangible form (I'm still trying to think of something that will last many years without being taken care of) as a testament to my art.
my funeral i couldnt care less, its unlikely anyone will show up. closer to reality, is my dog who will be ten next year. she has been such a good friend to me it saddens me to think that her life is coming to an end
I want them to stick my severed head into a pike,make an excited face on it and to see which of my friends/family members can throw it furthest. Just for fun.
They can give my body to the wolves to feed on.
Or not... doesn't really matter as long as I'm back to mother earth, the universe.
They can give my body to the wolves to feed on.
Or not... doesn't really matter as long as I'm back to mother earth, the universe.
My friend's dad ordered a custom made guitar case big enough for him to fit in. A classy way to go.
As for myself, I don't care what happens to my corpse after I'm dead.
As for myself, I don't care what happens to my corpse after I'm dead.
My goal is to present as little a cost to my family as possible. No need for a fancy coffin, expensive burial plot, flowers, renting a preacher (who doesn't know me at all), etc.
But then again, when I'm gone - my family can do whatever they want. They are perfectly welcome to have a local rental preacher, sappy music, read scriptures, have floral bouquets & spreads, etc. At that point, it is their money they are wasting, and they can do what they want with it.
But then again, when I'm gone - my family can do whatever they want. They are perfectly welcome to have a local rental preacher, sappy music, read scriptures, have floral bouquets & spreads, etc. At that point, it is their money they are wasting, and they can do what they want with it.
