I want to be used and abused for medicine and science. Cut me up and use me for the greatest benefit; organ donation is good, but tossing me outside for forensic research is peachy, too. (Gee, he took five weeks to decompose, but wolves descended upon him at day one!) Ideally, no part of me will be left over. Any funeral should be more of a party than a showing… with any luck, there’ll be no body to show, just a memory to celebrate.
Hopefully there’ll be a DJ playing house or swing music so my friends can dance.
This was all in the air with my ex-fiancee; she was quite adamant that she’d not let me be an organ donor nor research subject. Not sure if that was due to Jewish belief, but it caused a big rift in our ultimately unstable relationship.