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.::

the pine casket isn't that obscure a tradition

Hell, it's been a plot point on at least two Law & Order's.

I've signed the papers for my body to go to the local medical school, to be snickered at by med students. If something goes awry with that, it's the Body Farm or anything useful. I wonder if I could leave my body to Mythbusters to shoot or blow up or something.

Howdy hey.

Just finished submitting my first resume of this jobhunt. I've been very good about looking and networking and making lists, but not so good about the doing the verdammt resume. So this is quite a triumph for me. I hope I at least get called in for an interview. The job would be very exciting and a pay boost, but it would also continue my tradition of high stress jobs... which is a tradition I'd like to discontinue.

Now I have to compose a new resume for a totally different job. And I need to find more jobs that I'm qualified for that I feel like I'd actually want to do.

tears are mandatory

For my grandma's funeral, my mom wanted to hire a bagpiper to play "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra," Gramma's favorite song, but her sibs talked her out of it. I'm sort of glad they did, because I would have been a bigger mess than I already was if they did play it.

I wonder if I could leave my body to Mythbusters to shoot or blow up or something.

I was just thinking - they could pack my body with explosives and fire it out a cannon on the 4th of July....