Cremated and mixed in with the vegetable dip at my wake. 
I actually want my tattoos preserved, but I doubt that’s legal.
This topic of discussion came up in class one day, whilst I was in high school - it was amongst all the (six) girls, and it was in our automotive class, so…
I remember someone asked Sarah if she really wanted to have some dirty pervert digging her up and having sex with her.
Quoth Sarah: “If he’s really good, I won’t mind!”
All of us got in trouble for being too loud with our laughter.
Cremated… I’ve watched enough “Six Feet Under”
And ashes interred in a blowing wind. I do not just want to end up in a pile in someone’s backyard 
Or, as my mother put it so eloquently over dinner the other night “I want my ashes spread… and not in the garbage…”
Body thrown into a body of water.
I’ve always been terrified by the thought of someone being buried by mistake when not quite dead yet, so I’d like to be cremated. After every organ donation possible. Anyone know what one needs to sign to ensure that this happens in case of an accident?
I don’t think I’ll have a choice with embalming - unnecessary as it is, I hear that there’s a law that people should be embalmed even if they’re cremated. Put in by the United Lobbyists of America (Embalmer’s Division), no doubt.
There’s a joke that some landlubber asked to be buried at sea since
his wife was forever telling him that she’d dance on his grave.
Welcome to SDMB! Love the username.
I believe most states allow you to sign up to be an organ donor when you renew your license. The embalming before burning thing, if it exists, is not universal. The laws regulating the disposition of human remains vary widely, from state to state.
For myself, I’ve always like the OP’s idea of being laid out somewhere nice and just left there to return from whence I came. Since I doubt this will be practical, I’m figuring on cremation, but I also kind of like the space shot idea. I’d finally be able to agree with all those people who’ve called me on, in the past. Except, I’d be dead. Oh, well.
I want to be cremated. After they take any and all organs/tissues/bodily parts that might in any way be useful to anyone else. Then set my ass on fire, from ashes to ashes.
Then I’d like all of my friends to take a small portion of me, that last remaining bit of ash. Find someone that I don’t like. Be it Jerry Fallwell, George Bush, the disfunctional asshat who cut me off on the freeway the other day or anyone being cruel to an animal. Take that little bit of me, that small portion of what remains of my worldly existence and throw it in their face.
Tell 'em “Celtic says hi.”
My soul will rest in peace.
Two options:
- Grind my body up and plant it in the ground underneath a rose garden, with a plaque in it stating who I was and that I’m residing there in the physical state… yeah, I know, grinding up my entire body like it’s gonna be hamburger meat is kind of sick, but it’d probably make for better fertilizer. Wouldn’t it???
- Cremation and spreading of my ashes in the countryside near an Icelandic relative’s house/summerhouse.
Either way, I’ll be part of something beautiful and natural.
There’s an older thread that covers this question: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=168081
Directed specifically at atheists but close enough to this one for there to be some similar answers.
I’ve been saying for a while now that I’d like to be served as the main course at my own wake. Maybe made into a nice stew or perhaps BBQ’d. The idea is to have enough money so that if I require people to partake in the FunkySpaceCowboyStew as part my will pretty much everyone I know will have to eat me, if they don’t want their share of the loot to be given to my cat.
What’s scary is that money or no money I’d had two people agree to this already! I watch my back when I’m around them
ditto, ditto, and ditto
I’m seriously considering giving my body to science… I mean, seriously. What the hell else are you going to do with it? And if you believe in re-incarnation, and your body goes into all those different people, think how many (hopefully) awesome lives you’ll get to live!
Any organs or tissues that can be put to good use can be taken, then I want to be cremated (preferably no embalming), and the ashes thrown over Niagara Falls. Which is terribly illegal, but it CAN be done, if you’re sneaky enough… ::innocent whistle, hiding empty box from Mom’s cremains behind back::
That’s pretty much the same as my mother wanted. Unfortunately, she died during surgery (mastectomy) and she had an assload of medical problems, so they didn’t really want her organs or anything, and then my stupid grandmother insisted on having an open-casket funeral before she was cremated, even though my mother insisted over and over that she did NOT want open-casket anything, she did NOT want anyone to see her after she was dead. ::sigh:: but we did get the cremation and tossed-over-the-big-waterfall thing, so I think I’d like to join her eventually.
In the skydiver tradition, I want an ash dive. You are cremated, and then your friends make a skydive where your ashes are released in freefall.
Before I had kids I wanted to be cremated but now I want to be buried. I want my kids to have somewhere to go when they need to feel close to me. I don’t want to be on someone’s shelf, goodness knows I’d be freaked out having a loved one on my shelf. I’ve already picked out my tombstone and my final resting place so I know exactly what my kids will see when they come to put me in my grave. I’ll be buried with the people I’ve loved and lost under a big tree in a beautiful little cemetary. I find that oddly comforting.
My Aunt gave her body to science, we got her back two years later in a box about the size of a fist. She would have enjoyed knowing that they kept her so long.
I want to be buried in a Hawaiian shirt, and some kind of a humorous hat.
I keep forgetting that I can actually post–been a lurker for so long.
I’d like all my useful organs to be donated (husband and I have been very clear on this with one another) and my body to be cremated.
I don’t have any strong feelings about where my ashes should go. If I leave behind my husband and mother, I expect them to sort that out to their liking. Heck, they can go halfsies on me if that works best.
I also like the natural burial idea, but figuring it’s probably too much of an inconvenience to my loved ones.
Freeze my head, and bury my body on the Moon or Mars. If you can’t freeze my head, you’d damn well better bury me on the Moon or Mars, or I will haunt you! (I’m serious, here, folks, if I kick off, I expect you Dopers to handle this for me, my family’s a buncha yutzes who’ll screw it all up.)
Whatever my family and friends want to do with it. It doesn’t matter to me in the slightest - I’m dead, aren’t I?
I want to donate my body to science. Bad science. As in, research on the possibility that lunar radiation can cure cancer, or the idea that you can exceed the speed of light if you really, really want to.
I also want to make sure to die with a very stern and skeptical expression on my face.
Most likely, I’ll die alone.
Hopefully, a friend may still be around who was close to me in life and will remember I want cremation, without any fancy funereal frills like embalming. A cardboard box would be ideal for my remains on their trip to the fire. What happens to the ashes, I’d leave up to the poor souls left to sort out the details of my passing, and what estate I may have left. I don’t think I’d care. I’d be no longer there.