Jobma, juliana. Better than that, julianama, theatre.

The biggest Goth event in the Valley is tonight. If I had known, I might've dragged my wannabe self to it.

What event? Tell, tell!

Although, mummification would be acceptable. Especially if y'all built a tomb that lasted over 4,000 years with no sign of falling down. That would be acceptable indeed.

But I wanted to have your skull! So I could have it cleaned, inlaid with silver, and used as a candy bowl.

So I could have it cleaned, inlaid with silver, and used as a candy bowl.

Ooo, skulls.

Put my corpse on the moon with an empty gas can in my hand, with footprints that lead back to a VW Beatle that has a map of Cleveland lying open on the front seat.

I think we need to start taking up a collection now to make sure this happens.

I don't care. Take me out with the trash if you give a good wake first.

Hubby's great dream is to be buried in an abandoned mine--oodles around here--in full armor, with his sword in his hand, then have the mine sealed to maybe discovered in a few hundred years and give archaeologists fits. "My god, I had no idea Vikings got to Utah! And what amazing surgeons they were! Look at the metal on his spine!"

I love this.

But I wanted to have your skull! So I could have it cleaned, inlaid with silver, and used as a candy bowl.

This must absolutely happen too. Please let this small string of posts serve as notification of that desire, and everyone here serve as witnesses to this desire, until I can put it in a more permanent form among my own documents.

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The attitude of the medical students towards the donated bodies freaked me a bit too much to donate mine. I understand the need and purpose, but I want my body to go at the same time I go.

Dearly departed DH never expressed his wishes because he refused to ever admit he was going to die. I ended up doing what I would want. A huge party of family and friends. We ate, drank, and made merry. All in all there was more laughter heard than crying although we all did some of each. He was cremated but I didn't do anything with the box until 10 years later. Then I tossed him in the lake in front of my house.

But that was the point Jen was making, when she said to make sure you have your family sign the document, too. You get a big handful of your legal next-of-kin together, and make your wishes crystal clear, before it's an issue. If you can't get together physically, you talk it out on the phone, and write letters to confirm, cc'd to the other people.

Yeah, the point I was making is that I have lots of close relations (not my immediate, thank goodness) who won't talk to each other about anything, never mind important stuff like this. My family didn't even want to talk about my signing an organ donor card, and they know I'm will/probate stuff-savvy. A recent government here in Ontario tried to force the issue of getting a measurable percentage of people to consider powers of attorney in case of medical incapacity. The people were saved from this eventuality by electing neocons who scuttled the program.