I would like my body to be fossilized, then recovered a million years from now and displayed in a museum.
Alternatively, I’d like to be served in fast food chili.
I got suckered into a Purple Cross program about 12 years ago. I just paid it off and if feels pretty good to know that my wife and I won’t be a burden on anybody. Organ donation, cremation and a spot in a community mausoleum from a list of about 20. A national cemetary opened a few years ago near my home, I have to check to see what I need to do to be put there. Or I might just have my ashes scattered over Puget Sound.
My original, bolding still yours:
Doesn’t seem incongruous to me at all. Harvesting my organs would give someone the gift of a new lease on life. I’m all for that. I’m also for medical research and doctor education, just not with my remains, given the flaying, and the “organ football” that can go on at med schools. I realise it’s strange, but, please, harvest me and burn me, just don’t make me a toy. Although, the body farm thing could also be interesting.
Please note, I realise my cadaver room reference does have a ceremony each year to honour the people who donated themselves, but hey, a first year university student playing with my decaying innards just creeps me out.
If my organs are wanted, they can be had. Assuming normality, I’d be happy with a plain pine box and a hole in the ground, and I don’t particularly care about embalming except that it’s illegal not to.
Whenever I hear stories about people going to huge lengths to retrieve the remains of a dead relative or fellow soldier or whatever, I tell my husband that if I’m ever killed behind enemy lines or otherwise difficult to find, to not go to any trouble about it at all, just let it alone. Not that that is very likely, but hey, you never know.
I can’t decide if I want to do the “cold sleep” and hope to come back, or join the Body Worlds project. Spending eternity in a med lab doesn’t sound anywhere near as much fun as being a breakdancing zombie. 
sausages!
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I want my body to be sent out to sea on a floating funeral pyre, while I want my skull to be entombed in a big mausoleum, that also contains many painting, photgraphs, and sculptures of myself.
And, yes I am being serious.
Don’t bury my ass in the cold cold ground. Donation to science is what I’d like.
“Or I could suffer my long-awaited fate of being killed in a freak library accident.”
Sounds kinky! Tell me more.
On second thought I don’t think I want to know. :eek:
Well, I’d like the floating pyre part, but none of the rest of it. However, since I know it’s not going to happen, donate anything useful, cremate me the cheapest possible way, and have a great party. With a live band. Nothing sad. If in my lifetime I should happen to win a really big lottery, a really great band. Ideally, we’d have the party for the launch of the pyre, however I’m aware that it’s not legal. But what a way to go! We could even launch fireworks from it. I’d like anyone who cares to celebrate my life, not mourn my death. It’s the next great adventure, I hope. And if not, what’ll I care?
I’ve made my wishes known:
Organ/Tissue Donation if viable. No donation to science (I’ve served that mistress quite enough while living, thanks). Cremation of what ever is left, the cremains to be scattered at a specific lake. I will also be putting in a codicil that funeral expenses are to minimized where possible (Cremate me in the plainest container allowed, I won’t care about pillows and fancy woods).
-DF
I’m tempted to donate my body to a beautiful nymphomaniac for carnal purposes. But then I think; where was she when it would’ve done me some good?
Okay, that’s understandable. But as for me, I like to think my decaying innards could still spread a little joy to those poor students.
I want all viable organs/tissue/whatever donated to whoever can use 'em.
After that, I honestly don’t care. Funerals are for the living. Whatever my nearest & dearest want would be fine with me. The only thing I’d be kinda ooky about is the “having a big party afterwards thing.” They did that in my family, and I’m an introvert by nature. Having fifty million people around when all I want to do is be left alone to cry is my idea of Hell. But, again, I will not be attending this event, so my wishes are of no importance.
If I did get to pick. Stick me in a box and bury me in the woods. Don’t embalm me. Put me in a pair of flattering jeans and a witty T-shirt (like, for instance, my “Support Your Local Poet” Idlewild shirt). 'Cause if I’m going to wear an outfit forever, I damn well better like it.
I would want to have my organs harvested and then have the rest of myself cremated. 
So much THIS! I have specifically said that I am to be buried in my jeans and a tshirt. Quite honestly I’ve asked my wife to have me stuffed. I figure she can use me in the HOV lane if needed.
i’ve always been partial to brats.
Donate it to science .
Organ donation if possible, then:
Med school cadaver, then:
Cremation, with separation of ‘cremains’ (I love that word) into two separate urns with ill-fitting tops. One urn issued to each child to be kept on the mantel, periodically spilt, then vacuumed with the epithet, “Oh %^^&! Mum’s all over the carpet!!!”
I thought of having myself flayed and custom-bound onto books for my offspring, but my daughter informed me she thought that was creepy and would throw the book away ‘as quick as anything.’ So, urns. 
Heh. Apparently this long dead body wanted to come back as a zombie.
What do I want to happen to my body after I die?
I want it to rise slowly into the air to the sound of a heavenly choir* and dissolve into golden light, leaving behind nothing but a lingering scent of rose petals. People and animals within a ten mile radius should be healed to perfect health.
It’s not likely to happen, but it’s what I’l like. Among more probable choices, I’m undecided. But I can tell you that if you go to the Eternal Reefswebsite, and click on that Request a Free Information Kit button in the upper right, they’ll send you an emailed Christmas card every year.
Can your cremains be ground and mixed with clay and sculpted into a statue? I remember seeing a two foot** statue of a dropped ice cream cone and thinking that it would make a perfect memorial.
What I ought to do is ask my kids what they’d want to put up with. When they were younger, they kind of liked the ice cream statue idea, but they’re older, now, and have some idea of the actual ramifications.
Whichever way it goes, I’d like to pre-pay. I’ve seen a few people having to make plans for deceased relatives, and discovering that things are planned and pre-paid is always a huge relief.
*not sure what that sounds like - I’m kind of envisioning somethine Enya-like, but higher pitched and rising in tone as the sublimation completes
**in length, not in height