Poll: what do you want done with your body after you die
- Thread starter CrustyOatmeal
- Start date
I know, right? From what I've been told, "Viking" funerals are more like an awesome party than morning the loss of a loved one.Erja_Perttu said:
OT: But yeah, being burnt on a boat viking style would be a spectacle. Maybe after donating some organs.
Shite...haven't really thought about it.
Honestly I'm going to say balls to the more modest ideas presented in this thread and say I want something old-school. Being buried preferably, but maybe being cremated and having my ashes poured into a river would be a nice, symbolic way of moving on for both me and those there for me down the road.
Balls to the apparently agressive need for space six feet under the Earth (ignoring such a thing as burials so the world can greedily thunder on is a bit of a depressing thought actually), I'm the one that died so I don't see why I can't pass on peacefully.
As for the organ donation route, sounds like a nice thing to do, why not? It's not like it's desecrating my entire body or anything, could help save a life
. Heck, maybe the people I donate my parts to will donate those parts and those that take them will donate those parts and so on so a part of me (aside from my outstanding legacy of fucking bitches and getting money) will always go on.
Honestly I'm going to say balls to the more modest ideas presented in this thread and say I want something old-school. Being buried preferably, but maybe being cremated and having my ashes poured into a river would be a nice, symbolic way of moving on for both me and those there for me down the road.
Balls to the apparently agressive need for space six feet under the Earth (ignoring such a thing as burials so the world can greedily thunder on is a bit of a depressing thought actually), I'm the one that died so I don't see why I can't pass on peacefully.
As for the organ donation route, sounds like a nice thing to do, why not? It's not like it's desecrating my entire body or anything, could help save a life
. Heck, maybe the people I donate my parts to will donate those parts and those that take them will donate those parts and so on so a part of me (aside from my outstanding legacy of fucking bitches and getting money) will always go on.
As long as I have a normal funeral with a casket and whatnot I really don't care what happens to my body. Donate to science, strip me for parts, or cremation. After I'm dead I can't really complain what you do with me.
I want to be shot out of a cannon into the sun or maybe just the windshield of passing shuttle. Space roadkill!
Actually I don't really care since my body is just worm food after I'm out of here so I prefer it to be disposed of with respect and using as little money as possible(pine box or maybe Viking style pyre if they can get the permits).
Actually I don't really care since my body is just worm food after I'm out of here so I prefer it to be disposed of with respect and using as little money as possible(pine box or maybe Viking style pyre if they can get the permits).
God dammit Walter, it's always a fuckin' travesty with you, man!evilneko said:
Anyhows, I really couldn't care less, man. A body is just a bag made of skin that I go into. When my brain dies, I die, and there is nothing of me in 70kg of flesh. So do what you want with my cadaver. Share it, fair it, just don't take a slice of my pie.
Have all the useful stuff removed, and the rest burned and buried around where an Oak tree will be planted.
Frozen, duh!
But then if I'm not actually in a condition worth trying to preserve, like my brain is in little pieces and they think a stray dog ran off with part of it, then I want the resulting mess to be destroyed in the most wasteful fashion possible. Any money I have by that point will go into the memorial stone, which will be just a gigantic marble phallus as big as possible. No one will inherit anything from me except the occasional boot to the head.
But then if I'm not actually in a condition worth trying to preserve, like my brain is in little pieces and they think a stray dog ran off with part of it, then I want the resulting mess to be destroyed in the most wasteful fashion possible. Any money I have by that point will go into the memorial stone, which will be just a gigantic marble phallus as big as possible. No one will inherit anything from me except the occasional boot to the head.