Although part of me wants to stipulate in my will that my remains be made into a LifeGem, and my heirs cannot claim the estate unless they wear me as some sort of big blingy jewel.

They could create a giant blingy semi-colon!

Although part of me wants to stipulate in my will that my remains be made into a LifeGem, and my heirs cannot claim the estate unless they wear me as some sort of big blingy jewel.

They could create a giant blingy semi-colon!

Aw, fuck yeah! But I need to amass that "estate" now....

(My best friend has worked for organ donation centers for about 10 years, so I learned all kinds of nifty stuff about organ donation.)

Ooooh. A kid in my class this year did a long paper on organ donation. I was shocked at how long some of the stuff being donated can last, in some instances, years.

I just want to donate whatever is useable/needed, and then cremate me and be done with it. I also don't want family members to feel obligated to keep my ashes in an urn/coffee can on the mantel/toilet tank. If they want to mix my ashes in with the rosebed mulch, then right on.

This is pretty much me. Maybe especially the mixing into the mulch part.

Although part of me wants to stipulate in my will that my remains be made into a LifeGem, and my heirs cannot claim the estate unless they wear me as some sort of big blingy jewel.

Except that this is now also me. DO MY CRAZY TACKY WILL, BITCHES! Possibly the best reason for wealth accumulation at all might be the ability to manipulate from beyond the grave.

(My best friend has worked for organ donation centers for about 10 years, so I learned all kinds of nifty stuff about organ donation.)

Ooooh. A kid in my class this year did a long paper on organ donation. I was shocked at how long some of the stuff being donated can last, in some instances, years.

I just continue to be amazed that you can donate tendon! I don't know why that strikes me as so amazing, but it does.

(It's a nice story actually. There are pics, but you have to click through to them.)

Now I feel very sheltered, because my main reaction is, Holy crap -- is that thing still functional??? That's a lot of gold.

K actually has cadaver tendon in her knee, so I guess it doesn't phase me at all.

Bone! When I had a tooth out they implanted somebody else's bone into my jaw to build it up for an implant (which I never got). They can recycle all sorts of your shit.

My dad had originally wanted to be donated to science, but either Mom talked him out of it or he did so himself. Now we all agree on being stripped for parts like Ferraris left unattended in downtown Detroit, cremated in the cheapest box possible, and scattered over Mom's family plot.

I did manage to talk Mom into allowing a visitation for the sake of family members' closure. Her aversion to appearing in public will apparently extend beyond the grave.

If Westboro Baptist Church is still protesting at funerals when I get on in years, I'm going to stipulate that my estate go towards bail for any relatives that throw my ashes in their faces. Enjoy some blackpink lung disease courtesy of me, bitches!

It's like a post Christmas miracle.

Hmm. I think I'm confused about miracles.

I have no idea where most of my grandparents were buried. My paternal grandmother may have been buried with the other bodies on her own land, but I don't know who inherited her property.