What to do with your body when you die?

Okay, here we go.

I want my organs chopped out and given to anyone who can use them.

I want whats left of my skin, after donation, tanned and used to bind books or wrap sword hilts.

I want my bones made into household impliments and sold at auction for the benefit of somebody or other.

I want my head chopped off, my mouth stuffed with garlic and sewn shut, my eyes and ears sew shut, and then the whole thing should be buried in a lead cask full of olive oil somewhere out of the way in the wilderness, along with my sword, armor, a couple of sealed journals, and a small bag of gold. An innocuos map to the location of my head and effects would be hidden in a library somewhere. The whole thing would be for the entertainment of whoever found me.

Excellant.

My dad...heh...um...

My dad always joked that he wanted to be cremated, put in a douchebag, and ran through one more time.


I know, I know...

Del Close, who directed the Second City Theater put in his will that his skull was to be cleaned up, and used for Yorrick's skull in a production of hamlet at this theatre every so often. And they do it. Which I think is awesome.

I would donate all my organs and whatever else to people who need it.
If there is anything left of me, I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes to either be spread in a place that I loved , or a area i adored. Or I want my ashes to be buried. Cause I do want a tombstone

burn it. all of it. i dont want a trace of my genetic material left...lest the pod people will try and clone me and use it as either slave labor or organ harvesting.

[Edited on Nov 07, 2005 by Tadzi]

you'd be so lucky to have the pod people cloning you

twenty twenty twenty four hours to go-o-o-o-oh
i wanna be cremated

Sky burial, as it is otherwise known.

For myself, sky burial, cremation, or burial at sea. Or just toss the carcass in the woods.. just no tombs or graves, I'm claustrophobic and beyond that, Life is for the living, I think it's stupid to have a plot dedicated to my meat half-lifing into the soil for 1000 embalmed years instead of someone planting a tree or building an art museum or whatever.

I wanna be stuffed, put in a lazy boy, with a remote in one hand a bottle of Jim beam in the other, and have my grandkids dust me once a week.

No pet cemetary for you?

Agreed. Any family or friends that are when I die, if any at all, will be far more affected by the treatment of my corpse than I.

organs donated, then a viking funeral. i want to be pushed out to see in a flaming longboat, with bearded men wailing and tearing at their beards on the shore.

then everybody gets drunk, and has a party!

and you'd be made into an elaborate fiction novel?

I want to donate the organs, the skeleton, pretty much everything except for the skin. If for whatever reason I'm famous and I wrote an autobiography, they'll make a very special edition of my autobiography bound in my skin, kind of like the Necronomicon. This book will then be auctioned off with the proceeds going to crippled children or hookers or crippled hookers.

good lad.