I would probably have to pay extra for a hill top lot that faces over a nudist camp swimming pool, but that is where I want to be buried.
Leave a little extra in my will for the grave site to be surrounded with those twirly thingy’s that look like road runners flapping their wings to keep the birds away.
“Here lies a man that never did anything, but I always wanted to see a bunch of nude girls play in the pool and scream and holler”
I probably would have to pay extra to put all of that on my tombstone too, but what the heck you can’t take it with you.
Anyone planning whole body donation, please look into what options are available in your state. My husband wanted to donate, but because he had not preregistered we couldn’t do it.
As for what I want, I am registering myself for whole body donation to the state’s Anatomy Board. According to their website once all the research that can be done to, on, or with you is done there are cremains that, should they elect to have them, can be returned to your family.
My hope for after that is a scattered in a garden situation.
My sister’s church has a garden where the remains are scattered, and the garden is maintained and there are benches, and the book where all the names are recorded is available. I like the idea of there being a place to go and reflect that has some connection to the person, but does not involve (as Frazzled said) “being soup inside an expensive coffin”.
I love this idea, and will print out the page and add it to the Five Wishes file I have for my nephew. If it’s too much trouble or not available where and when, then the simplest possible cremation, and ashes sprinkled in the woods somewhere. If there are any friends around – though unlikely, they are scattered all over, serve chamapgne and toast my departure. If it suits the mood, I think this is fun farewell music:
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Awesome idea, Foxtrot!
WAY better than cremation, which was my first choice.
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I love this idea, and will print out the page and add it to the Five Wishes file I have for my nephew. If it’s too much trouble or not available where and when, then the simplest possible cremation, and ashes sprinkled in the woods somewhere. If there are any friends around – though unlikely, they are scattered all over, serve chamapgne and toast my departure. If it suits the mood, I think this is fun farewell music:
My SO and I were just talking about that this past weekend. We both feel the same, cremate us and get it over with. Keep the ashes in an urn, sprinkle them somewhere, use them as cat litter or whaever he wants. I don’t even care about the funeral/memorial service or whatever as long as it’s not a religious service. Of course, if the one of us surviving the other feels better doing something else, that’s fine as well.
I would go for a funeral pyre because I really like bonfires but that may be creepy for others to take. It may just have to be regular cremation and that is fine too.
The only thing I am strongly against is casket burials especially if accompanied by an open casket funeral. My family does not do those but I have been to several even for people I barely knew and the images still haunt me. I do not believe that people need to be turned into some type of perverse statues to give ‘closure’ (whatever that means, I never understood the concept). Open casket funerals days after death are one of the last holdovers the Victorian age and they were into all kinds of weird stuff including posed photographs with the recently departed.
I will have none of that. You can remember me through earlier photos or even just pleasant thoughts but I don’t believe dressing up people that were sick or hurt enough to die and presenting them like a doll with enough makeup to make a Mary Kay rep blush does anyone any good except for the funeral industry. They are second only to the Bridal industry in extracting money from people through pointless emotional pleas for useless services.
Like many others here, I would like my body to be donated to some university, for whatever educational or scientific use they see fit. If my survivors insist on something to look at for the funeral, they can get a wax figure commissioned. And yes, I know that there’s paperwork that needs to be dealt with for that option, but I hope and expect that I’ve got plenty of time yet to handle that.
And it’s not my decision, but I think it would be appropriate for all of my mourners to wear the brightest, clashingest colors they can for the wake and/or funeral.
Pump me full of enough chemicals to see me glowing through six feet of earth. I see comfort and value in tradition. I won’t deprive folks of the opportunity to sit around drinking coffee at my wake as they laugh and recount all the things I’ve done or said either. Just pay attention to the donor section of the DL first. All this make a bird feeder out of me or whatnot strikes me as newage fad stuff.
I remember my older cousin telling a story at my Dads wake about how he was bush hogging a field and caught a baby bunny for her to hold but then told her it wouldn’t survive if she kept it because it was a wild creature so she let it go. I had never heard that one but that was Dad in a nutshell. I held his hand one last time before they closed the lid. It didn’t do him any good but it did me some.
On the other hand a Viking funeral that had a surprise fireworks display might be cool.
Harvest any organs that are still of use then cremate what’s left. Neither Ms. DrumBum nor I are the types to reside in a urn, so we will have them spread somewhere - a river for her and the litter box for me.
I feel that science and medicine has plenty of bodies to go around. Give me to some hungry cannibals. Or, failing that, necrophiliacs. Might as well get all the enjoyment out of me as possible; I’ll be well beyond caring.
Shagnasty, the idea of a Victorian having his picture taken with dead relative does seem weird. But it was the times, not the weirdness.
Photography was new. Also time-consuming and expensive.
And, just like us, sometimes they didn’t get around to dressing Grandpa up in his best duds for a picture. Because they were still a religious society they believed it important to keep memories of death close at hand to remind them that time was short and possibly to behave themselves for that reason.
Finally because photography was so expensive people didn’t regularly get photo and perhaps only in death would a family scrape together the money to have a way of remembering their loved one.
I find it morally abhorent that anyone chooses anything other than donate it to science / education. There’s nothing more selfish than demanding something valuable that you have absolutely zero way of getting any satisfaction or benefit from be kept from benefiting society. It’s the equivalent of taking out a hundred bucks to give to a homeless man, but then yanking it back and setting it on fire just to watch his face. It should be illegal to have your body buried or cremated. Send mine to a body farm or a medical school or a hairdresser school. Hell, if it’s become so rotten that there’s really nothing else to do with it, give it to some necrophiliacs.
What can you say - we were junior lawyers. It made sense at the time!