There's a saying in India: "Dead men have large eyes." Someone in my family died some years back -- he was an utter asshole when he was alive. But he suddenly became the most noble, wonderful, heroic husband/father/son. . . what a load of shit. When my dad died, my mom and I agreed that we wouldn't do that to him. We still discuss his flaws and shortcomings to this day... as we sob out our grief and heartache at his loss.

I will care less, certainly, about what people say about me in my death than I care even what they say about me now.

I've said to my family "have a party. Open bar. People can, if they want, get up and say something funny I did, or something stupid I did, or just about anything." My brother then suggested since we had done all the planning we could set a date. That's how my family is: we find humor in things, in life, even in death...

I have, ever since I saw Nate's burial on Six Feet under, wanted a "green" burial. Dig a hole in the woods somewhere, throw my carcass in that hole, cover up said hole...then let the trees nourish or the animals feed. It really doesn't matter: "I" will be gone. It's all energy give and take anyway.

I have that to leave behind, if nothing else.

Finally someone defines that ever elusive "I"
thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!

A good friend actually requested that we turn him to chum and go deep sea fishing with him (warped sense of humor, but he was completely serious) - We seriously considered it when his time came, but couldn't figure out how to do it legally.

Modified Viking for me ,
Creamate my dead ass ( Use what ya can ( CHaa RIGHT !!!))
Put my ashes in a straw hat ,
light said hat on fire and float me down the river ,(the folks that need to know know where I want this to happen ,)
Pop a beer and drink a toast to me .

Old friend of mine wanted to be cremated, and to have the ashes put into a lava lamp.

Was he high at the time? :blunt:

MB has suggested taxidermy before, but when I tried to confirm just now, he claims ignorance.

that idea has it's ups and downs...

I want a huge big deal funeral with tons of flowers (orchids), a hired chorus to sing dirges, hundreds of people crying all over the place... if some could manage to pass out from the sheer weight of their grief I'd really appreciate that...
The eulogies should go on for hours... I want my friggin kindergarten teacher telling everyone how wonderful I was, and then just keep going from there.
I want an Italian marble mausoleum, pink, and an extra plush, fur lined coffin. I expect several arrangements of fresh flowers to remain at all times. Forever.

::: starts another savings account:::

jesus

Dude, no worries, you're the first husband. ;)

i'm a lifer

"Get stuffed" was in fact a figure of speech.


These two statements are compatible. Sleeps soundly, Jim. ;)

Ok I'll pass out from grief. If I get out of the long hours of Eulogies!:)
Mark me down.