I don’t intend to die. After all, it’s so common; just anybody can do it.
Writer H. Allen Smith said we wanted to be cremated and have his ashes shot from the “guns” they use to make puffed wheat.
I would like my body given to a medical school for dissection after they harvest what organs they can. Then after the Anatomy class is over, I would like to be cremated and scattered to the winds. Of course, I hope to get a hell of a going away party.
Do you have any specific requests about your funeral/burial?
Light my fire!
Burn, baby, burn!
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Down to the sea in ships.
Cast your fate to the winds.
Cheap casket and happy music.
I don’t want a bunch of people sitting around crying. There had better be a party goin’ on or I will be very upset.
singing
Ain’t no party like a SnoopyFan party 'cause a SnoopyFan party don’t stop …
Thus far, the only request I’ve made is that at my funeral, eveyone wear casual attire. I absolutely hate formalities, and request that no one show up in a suit and tie. Open casket, sure. And while they’re at it, I think it’d be awesome to have friends write farewell messages on my body in Sharpie.
Followed by a cremation, then having my ashes spread at (a) predetermined location(s). Weeee!
I’d briefly considered the request to be launched into space, but I’d rather not make my family feel guilty about not being able to afford it. 
But, if it’s a possibility in the future at a reasonable price, I’m all for that.
I want to be burned. Themental image of me rotting in the ground just creeps me out far too much.
Maybe my people can rent a boat, go out to international waters, and catch me on fire in a small rowboat, pushing me out to sea. I dunno. I must figure out the legalities of being on a funeral pyre (cremation is so fucking sterile). I want FLAMES. I want to be part of a BONFIRE. And you can roast hot dogs and marshmallows over me.
The Cody wants to be burried with an acorn, or the seed of some tree. So there will be a part of him in the tree.
Wooden coffin with gold railing
Lots of people there
I want many, many, many, many, many pink roses…everywhere!
I want them thrown around on the floor in the viewing room.
I want a pink pillow and pink satin lining. Pink drapery and a collage of pictures of my life.
I want a giant statue that can be seen from space with just my first name on it. I also want to be buried in the corner of the graveyard because the cars will disturb me if im by the road. No trees anywhere will be planted where I’m buried. They’ll break into my coffin and uproot it! I want the optional weeping widower thing too. I’m considering whether to be buried in the wall or the ground. No cremation for me!
A very sad song playing too…can’t think of one right now.
I do NOT want to be buried in a suit, whatever happens. I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend eternity in a necktie and a wool blazer.
And don’t invite any little kids to the funeral…they wouldn’t enjoy it, they’d be miserable and bored…then they’d make everyone else miserable.
And it’d be great if I could be buried back in Marin county, with a nice “view” of the freeway at sunset…But, failing that?
Then I’d like to have my corpse taken somewhere very isolated and frozen—like the Himmalayas, or among the peaks of Antarctic Fenriskjeften—and left in a spot where I wouldn’t be discovered for a very long time. An incongruous costume—like Viking armor, or a Russian spacesuit—would complete the deception.
Because, personally, I’d love to end up on a shelf in a museum, however many hundreds of years from now. I mean, look at the “Iceman”…he would have been just one of the nameless multitudes of people who died during prehistory. And now…well, he’s still nameless, but he’ll always be remembered now. Plus, he’s an amazing scientific find. Everybody wins!
If I die in a way that makes organ donation possible, let the doctors rip out whatever they can use.
Burn what’s left.
Whatever else is done should be for the comfort of the living. I sure don’t intend to be there.
Lay me out face down and naked in the casket, with the bottom part open so everyone can walk up and kiss my butt.
Heh. Funny you should ask. We just planned my Father-in-law’s funeral last Sunday. His death is expected any time. He wanted to be cremated, but my MIL refuses. He wanted to be an organ donor, but my MIL refuses. So we picked out a casket and all the details ($8,000+) and I’m making a CD to play at the wake. We’ll see who’s favorite tunes make the cut. He likes big band music and she likes Mario Lanza. I love my MIL, but I think a person has a right to leave this world in the fashion they prefer.
Me? I’m donating my body to the Anatomical Gift Society. They need bodies to learn on and don’t get nearly enough donations. After that, I’d like my husband to bury my ashes in our yard with all the other critters, and plant a maple tree on me. I would like my family and friends to get together and reminisce while listening to my favorite music.
I would like to be buried in a giant crock of French Onion Soup, if possible.
Also, I have told my husband that I want the old joke - “I told them I didn’t feel well” for my epitaph. I think cemetaries are such sad places, and I would love to be able to make someone who was walking by smile.
Cheap, but nice, wooden caskets made by monks! I’d go with the #3 pine for 800 bucks.
I definitely want any of my useful parts donated. Beyond that, I could really not care less, I just hope it’s cheap and easy on whoever gets stuck with it. The funny thing is, it’s my dream to one day become a mortician. I think I’d be really good at it because I feel so strongly that the dead should be cared for in a proper manner and according with their wishes. Just when it comes to myself…meh. As Furry Mongoose says, I’ll be dead.
I definitely want any of my useful parts donated. Beyond that, I could really not care less, I just hope it’s cheap and easy on whoever gets stuck with it. The funny thing is, it’s my dream to one day become a mortician. I think I’d be really good at it because I feel so strongly that the dead should be cared for in a proper manner and according with their wishes. Just when it comes to myself…meh. As Furry Mongoose says, I’ll be dead. I would happily become cat food ingredients.
I’m torn between cremation and having my body shot out of a cannon.
Although that ‘detonated’ one above sounds appealing. “Lay me down, blow me up.”
None of this embalming and placing in a metal and concrete storage bin crap. WTF are we saving these bodies for anyway?
My mother and I both agree that we’d prefer to be cremated. No need for anyone to waste that much money on a traditional funeral. Conspicuous consumption is particularly ugly in death, IMHO.
I would like to have any harvestable organs donated before the cremation. If survivors need some sort of ceremony at my passing, then I encourage them to throw a party. I ask only that, at some point, Out of This World (Louden Wainright song, Freakwater version, please) and Will the Circle Be Unbroken (Nitty Gritty Dirt Band version) be played.
Cremated while the CD player blasted out “Great Balls of Fire”
Oh yes I’d like to be dead first, before the burning of moi is carried out, well it would hurt wouldn’t it, if I wasn’t that is, dead I mean.
I want to be laid out on a floating pyre, sailed into the middle of the lake, then I want my loved ones to get drunk and shoot burning arrows at me until I go up in flames.
And I want a 21-toy-gun salute.
Take what you need, burn the rest. No religion. Wake.