Donation, then cremation. I don’t know where I want to be scattered yet.
My Dad always said he wanted to be frozen, then have one end sharpened and be pounded into the ground. We cremated him when there was no one willing to freeze him. I suppose we could make his ashes into a popsicle…
Again, with the name / post combo… 
::Falls out of chair screaming with laughter::
::Wipes tear::
Oh God. Good times, good times.
I chose “I have a better idea” because I’ve both heard of getting your ashes pressed into vinyl records: Your cremated ashes made into vinyl records - Boing Boing
And being made into diamonds: http://www.dna2diamonds.com/?gclid=CJv-24zUo6wCFQxihwodeEriBw
I would be harvested first of course, but woe to whomever gets stuck with my liver.
ETA: Wasn’t Hunter S. Thompson shot into space?
Hoboken NJ has a long, rich history of tossing dead bodies into the Hudson River.
Take whatever organs you need, wrap me in a shroud and dump me in the ground.
This!
In a forest, as far remote as possible.
Neighborhood trash is picked up on Tuesdays. Works for me.
Like many others in this thread, take what they need for others and the rest can be tossed somewhere.
Though if it were legal I wouldn’t mind my body being left to rot for a little while, followed by a liberal dosing in some kind of preservative, being stuffed with animatronics, and used in various zombie movies.
I’m donating my body to science fiction.
I want my leavin’s to be used - organ donation and study or whatever else may be of service. No need for me to take up real estate with a hole and a stone, so if there’s anything leftover once the useful stuff is taken, I don’t mind being composted. It’s not like I’ll be needing my carcass after I’m dead.
The funeral homes have bought enough state legislators so that won’t happen. Here the law requires embalming before cremation.
Organ donation; what’s left can be cremated.
I’m donating my body to Medical Science. Hopefully to help find a cure for Diabetics 
If I die before my buddy, my skull will become his drinking cup (and his will be mine if he dies first).
We have a sort of tontine …
The organleggers get the first crack at removing whatever they can use, then it goes to medical research [hey, at least it would have amusement value] after that they can feed it to sharks or flush it - I have no further use for it. I suppose they cremate the leftovers and give it back to my estate from what I hear unless it goes to a body farm.
I just do not understand why people are so attached to their leftovers - the spirit or whatever is us is gone from the corpse. I think grave yards are a waste of good agricultural land. [but then again I have the same opinion of golf courses]
As others have said, donate everything that can be donated, give the rest to medical research, anything left over just put it in a garbage bag and let it follow the same destiny that yesterday’s chicken leftovers.
With fire.
This might seem morbid, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to die alone. Unless tragedy befalls my loved ones, my parents will go first, I’m the youngest of five children so my siblings will likely go before I do, my spouse will go before I do, and I don’t have any children. No sense in making a big fuss over my body since by the time I croak, everyone around me will be long gone.
[slight hijack] Many modern-day municipal golf courses are located in flood plains. All that open ground helps soak up water that otherwise would flood communities: http://www.cybergolf.com/golf_news/johnny_pond_asks_why_do_new_courses_have_more_water_than_older_designs. [/s.h.]
You never know! Of my paternal grandmother’s six children, the oldest was the last to go.
-Steven Wright
Organ donation to the extent possible, and then the paths diverge depending on whether or not I outlive my wife. If I die first, she would strongly prefer burial, and it would be pretty crummy of me to set plans in motion, while I’m still alive, to deprive her of that comfort. If I outlive her, cremation, with the instruction that part of the ashes are to be buried with my wife, and my son is to scatter the rest along the Highline Trail in Glacier National Park.
Organ and tissue donation, whatever’s left can be used for study / training / research, and whatever’s left after *that *gets toasted and sprinkled. I wouldn’t mind just being put out for the vultures, foxes, and whatever else scavenges around here, but I believe that legal issues make that impractical here.