I’d like to become a tree.
Stuffed and mounted in a ferocious pose. Hide me in the closet of someone you don’t like.
I’ve always thought sky burials are pretty cool, but as a person living in North America who has no plans to move to Tibet or take up Buddhism, that’s completely impractical. Next best thing might be for my to be placed on a body farm.
I want my skin and muscle tissue removed, and then I would like to be shot into space.
It’s playing a long con, and I might fall into a star before I ever get the chance, but it would be really funny if some space explorer encountered a floating human skeleton and got spooked.
Just throw my body in the trash. And no religious burial. I’ll be damned if some pastor who doesn’t know shit about me give an hour long eulogy about Jesus over my corpse.
The pastor I hired to deliver the sermon at my dad’s funeral literally implied that my dad was not “up above” but “down below”. I think it’s because we asked him to keep it non-religious and he was being petty.
I want to be explosively shot into space go back to being stardust.
I’d like to be put into a meat grinder and fed to a critically endangered species so the earth has an opportunity to say fuck you to humans
That’s just a burial with extra steps
Harvest for transplant whatever organs I haven’t managed to destroy and then put my ass in one of these. And if I am lucky enough to still have any money at all by then, please bury it in the Pacific Northwest.
.Pretty much the same. I’d like to be useful for other living beings instead of being sealed in a useless wooden box or a glorified ashtray.
I took up enough precious space on this bitch of an Earth in life, so my only wish is to take up as little of it as possible in death.
No giant overpriced wooden box in a concrete case on a dedicated plot of land, filled with fanciful linens to wrap my lifeless husk specifically treated to rot away as slowly as possible. Not if I get a say. Burn my dead ass to ashes and preferably scatter them to the wind, I don’t care where. Or, as a wise Danny DeVito said, throw me in the trash. Nature will have its way with what’s left. I’m crumbling to entropy anyway, might as well get it over with as efficiently as I can.
I will not ““become”” a tree, or ““return to”” anyplace. I want to be gone. My lease on this world is over. I explicitly want that lease returned, to the fullest extent it matters.
Not like I’d necessarily get a say, though. Funerals and their rituals are for the living. The ultimate conclusion of my wish to command nothing of the world after I’m gone is that I also can’t command what happens to my remains after I’m gone. I can express my wishes, but if no one agrees to honor them, so be it.
If my loved ones want to stuff my corpse in a monkey suit and bury it in an expensive box on a dedicated plot of land for 100 years because that’s how they want to greive my passing, who am I to stop them? I’m dead.
Resurrected or uploaded.
If it is possible for the mind to survive the death of the body, I also think uploading would be fine. It’s a risk to be sure, but not having a body would actually address a lot of my current disappointments.
If resurrection is possible, I’d like to think the death could be prevented. But, I’ll take it if uploading is not available and death of the body is still inevitable.
Makes me wonder what the experience would be like for the mind being uploaded. Do you feel like you have a body? Can you change what that body is? And before you do anything fun with that new hot body, you should know that anywhere you can go is still in a simulation, so you can be tracked and observed at all times.
Speaking of that, can you adapt to the concept of “being somewhere” becoming meaningless?
I don’t personally care. Burials and other ceremonies are for the living. I’d prefer something that doesn’t harm our environment and to donate as many organs as possible, but that’s pretty much it.
I like what you said about being a tree. I may steal that.
I don’t have kids. I plan to leave my assets to a charity. Probably something for animals but I haven’t really planned that far ahead yet.
Right on.
Bury me “buns-up” in a sidewalk downtown so someone has a place to park their bicycle.
Now that is an idea I’ve not yet heard.
Something cheap for my family.
Strip me for parts and give the rest to science. I’m not real sentimental about my body once I’m done with it.
Yeh. This.
We did this for my dad, and my mom will follow the same path, I think.
Some burocracy (and educating burocrats, as the law allowing for this in my country 🇦🇷 is recent) but it’s worth to do something useful of oneself after death while not enriching the post-mortem mafia.
Of course both my brother and I want the same for ourselves.
This and compost the rest. Now available in WA!
Same + cremate anything that can be used and spread it somewhere insignificant
Scatter my remains across Disney World, although I don’t want to be cremated.
How about dehydrated like jerky?
“This is an outrage! I was going to eat that mummy!”
I don’t thing corpse borne explosive device(CBEDs) are a legal form of burial, but I am not one to stand in the way of someone’s dreams so long as nobody is physically harmed.
I don’t thing corpse borne explosive device(CBEDs) are a legal form of burial, but I am not one to stand in the way of someone’s dreams so long as nobody is physically harmed.
If you want to be a tree, go cremation. Trees get their carbon from the air not the soil.
I thought cremains would be worse for the tree.
They are. I researched it because my mother wanted to grow a lemon tree from her cremains. Human ashes are too acidic for most plants to grow in unless you mix them with soil or compost. Which doesn’t seem at all respectful.
I believe they are mostly not even ashes, just ground up bone fragments
Thats just carbon though. Surely the nutrients in the ground are equally important.
