No funeral for me. Cheapest cremation possible. Spread me out in the cedar grove of my grandparents property and have a kegger after with lots of stories and 80's music and bad 90's rap. No crying.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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I'd cry a little. But then I'd tell a dirty story, ok?
Ok.
No funeral for me. Cheapest cremation possible.
Yep, set me on fire and scatter the ashes, or, if fiscally feasable, have some of my ashes shot into the sun, please. Thanks.
Let my body putrify for a week or two, then dump it on the White House lawn.
(Depending on who's in office at the time, of course.)
I'd actually volunteer for the eaten-by-vultures option. Post-mortem, for preference.
I'd actually volunteer for the eaten-by-vultures option. Post-mortem, for preference.
That'd be cool.
Or if they'd need to test what happens when a person gets sucked through a jet engine....
Oh yeah, I forgot to say - donate everything that ban be donated, take everything that can be studied, burn the rest.
I wanna go to the Body Farm!
To hell with that no crying crap. I want people bawling their eyes out at my sendoff. There'll be plenty of good food, and stories and laughing are also encouraged, but tears are mandatory.
eta: Donation and cremation as well, but still with the tears. Wailing is acceptable. And I'll probably put a clause in my will handing over all my signed first editions to the first mourner who ululates.