I remember a gal I once dated had a dog named Penny. So, Penny went to doggy heaven and my girlfriend decided to have her cremated. She asked me if I thought that was the right thing to do. All I could think of saying in that moment was, "Well, after all, a Penny saved is a Penny urned." It didn't go over so well.
I have to be buried. I promised a friend the rights to what is written on my tombstone. All I currently know is that it will be in Comic Sans font.
Cremation violates Jewish law, but although raised in observant family I am an atheist. My will says donate any body parts usable for transplants and dispose of the rest in the most economic and environmentally friendly manner possible. Within the law, of course, so turning me into cat food not an option. Besides I am old and tough.
I dont like the idea of being buried, besides the claustrophobia aspect the graveyards are full of forgotten bodies and eventually everyone is forgotten. So then what happens? You get exhumed and moved so a parking lot can be built? Not that any of that matters since I will be dead.
donate my organs that have use...burn the rest except for the head which I'll have a taxidermist mount on a plaque so it can be hung on the wall of my home for all eternity. I'd like my brain to be pickled in a glass jar and kept in the root cellar.....this is all to occur only if I don't stumble into a small fortune and can have myself frozen like Walt Disney did
“Water cremation” is the new eco-friendly alternative: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.us...s-dissolving-dead-bodies-in-water?context=amp
After spending 35 years in the wastewater profession, I’ve instructed my family to cremate me, flush the ashes down the toilet and send me back to work…….
Funeral pyre. A huge one, in the middle of a field, where all my family and friends can party, and celebrate the good moments of my life. Laugh at the stupid funny stuff, smile and cry at the touching emotional stuff. Cook up a big BBQ, maybe roast a few spuds in the coals. Then again, this did give me pause for thought.
I joke but I'll be cremated ..don't need to compost away in an expensive box like a piece of jerky...cremation is a clean break...less chance of remaining a restless earth bound spirit and zero chance of becoming a zombie
Given that corpses are usually buried 6-feet deep, there’s really no reason that cemeteries couldn’t be farmed. They’d have to do group plaques to monument the dearly departed, but why not grow stuff over the top? Instead of “pushing up daisies”, make it “pushing up cabbages” instead.
My wife read somewhere that someone wanted to be cremated and then stuffed into an hourglass so she could be part of family game night forever. Interesting idea but I'm not sure if I would llike that or not.
I will be cremated, and the carbon from my body will be turned into a synthetic diamond that will be placed in a ring, that can be worn by descendants.
