What do you want to happen to your corpse?
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If were are advanced to the technological possibility of this, I'd like to have my coffin fired off into space. Oh, and make the coffin look like a 1950's police box...
I'd want my ashes to be used in shotgun shells and have those shotgun shells be used to kill adolf hitler once someone invents time travel.
Oh and all my organs should go to people who need them.
Oh and all my organs should go to people who need them.
I dont really care, donated to science if they want. My brain will shut down, and ill be unable to care.
I want my bones to be dipped in liquid metal and be assembled into some sort of statue or exoskeleton or something to that effect.
...That's the only thing I can come up with.
...That's the only thing I can come up with.
Harvested of anything useful then given to someone to turn me into fertiliser or whatever. I don't care what they do with it, I'll be dead. They can turn me into a bin, I don't care. Actually, no. I want my body to be used in experiments when they make a real portal gun. For science. I want a gravestone though. Just so that people know how much of a legend I was. [/irony]
I would find it creepy that someone else was using my organs. But other than that I don't really care what happens to my corpse.
Personally I want to be cremated and turned into a diamond for my wife/kids.
Nobody will be able to call me worthless then.
Hopefully by the time I die though they'll be able to download my brain into a computer, if so then that.
By the way, the reason I don't mention organ donation is because I fully intend to be so old by the time I die thatmy organs will be of absolutely no use to anyone else.
Nobody will be able to call me worthless then.
Hopefully by the time I die though they'll be able to download my brain into a computer, if so then that.
By the way, the reason I don't mention organ donation is because I fully intend to be so old by the time I die thatmy organs will be of absolutely no use to anyone else.
Even though Im Heaven bound the instant I kick the bucket I do care. But its not so much that I care as I know exactly what I want to happen. I want all parts of me that can be donated(skin, organs, bones) to be and if possible I want to be dressed simply, and laid to rest in a wooden coffin, with an inexpensive headstone marking my grave site.
I want my memories, thoughts, presonality, and knowledge transfered into a supercomputer, my brain put into a cyborg, my flesh and organs donated to a medical facility, and my soul in another plane of existence.
I'm going to have my body dressed up in a suit, put in a very nice coffin, then driven off to the middle of the dessert with cameras all around to record the fireball that consumes it when several pounds of C4 are set off inside my coffin. I'm gonna have one last bang after I'm gone.
Honestly? I want a viking funeral/ return of the king boat plus flaming arrows funeral.
I dont know why, its just how i want to go.
I dont know why, its just how i want to go.
I am a nursing student, and i want to be able to give back to the medical/science community. So i want to donate my to the body farm. Maybe someday ill be a teaching tool in the human body exhibit.
I've already stipulated in my will. I want to be buried with as many members of the Westboro Baptist Church who are still alive at the time of my death. Then just as the oxygen is running out I want to be rigged to sproud a boner. Imagine. All those crazy fuckers stuffed into my coffin with me, trying to pray to their god but not being able to move or breathe. Screaming, scratching at the lid (those that can lift their arms anyway). Then just as they start to suffocate, Fred Phelps feels eight inches of throbbing scouse steel jamming between his buttocks.
As my dick rises, the tape player in my pocket goes off (I assume I'll be friends with a scientist in the future) and my recorded message croaks around the coffin.
"Well Fred, looks like your last act on this earth (or under it, hah!) is an act of homosexuality. Who hates fags now Fred? That was for Dio, you prejudging, self righteous, cock of a **** *click*."
It's what we in the biz (the business of absolutely fucking mental revenge fantasies) call 'Irony.'
As my dick rises, the tape player in my pocket goes off (I assume I'll be friends with a scientist in the future) and my recorded message croaks around the coffin.
"Well Fred, looks like your last act on this earth (or under it, hah!) is an act of homosexuality. Who hates fags now Fred? That was for Dio, you prejudging, self righteous, cock of a **** *click*."
It's what we in the biz (the business of absolutely fucking mental revenge fantasies) call 'Irony.'
I;m kind of torn between three ideas.
1) Be turned into a diamond
2) Have my ashes planted with a sapling and start my new life as a tree
3) Have a crypt build in the local cemetary for me and my family.
Oh yeah, or this,
^Wow I cant believe I was the first person to post that scene from Star Trek^
1) Be turned into a diamond
2) Have my ashes planted with a sapling and start my new life as a tree
3) Have a crypt build in the local cemetary for me and my family.
Oh yeah, or this,
^Wow I cant believe I was the first person to post that scene from Star Trek^