Thread: What happens to your body when you die?

I blame Walker for this one, but I just wondered what people intend to do with their body when they die. I'm not talking about where your soul goes, I'm talking about the physical body. What sort of funeral do you imagine?

Are you getting buried in a special place?

Cremated?

Organs donated to the needy?

Turned into a diamond?

Shot into space?

Blown up in a firework?

Give away any organs I haven't destroyed and do whatever cost less with the rest of my body

I don't care what they do with my carcass, as long as they drag it out of the whorehouse first.

Seriously, though......I will probably be cremated. As far as I'm concerned,the body is just a shell for the soul....and there is no reason for the extra expense of preserving it or storing it. The traditional funeral (with the casket and whatnot) is pretty damn expensive. Cremation is much.....much cheaper.Besides.....what will I care? I'll be dead ( but I plan to haunt the shit out of some people )

And I'm already a registered Donor......take whatever you need. I'll be done with it.

Cremation. Then whatever would make the family feel best. The proceedure and ceremony is more about the living anyway. I'll have no way of knowing the disposition of my remains once im gone, so i really dont care. But my family discussed this and we agree on cremation and a non religious ceremony/rememberance (althoug my bible thumping family are more than welcome to attend.)

What is Death?
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland

Buried upside down with a 6pack in one hand and a bucket filled with Nutella in the other. People could pay tribute by writing graffiti on my ass.