I'd cry a little. But then I'd tell a dirty story, ok?
'War Stories'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
I gave myself a minor head injury on Friday while getting into my car.
That's how I got my last black eye. There was also blood.
::Orders "How To Care For Your Human Head" from Amazon for ita and shrift. Chapter 1: That thing at the top of your neck. Chapter 2: Your nemesis the car door. Chapter 3: Head ducking - a primer.::