you can sleep when you're dead.
When I die, I sincerely hope that, if there is anyone around with intention to care for my lifeless corpse, they will burn me to a crisp and toss my ashes to the ocean.
Or the trash can. Whatever. Just don't keep it.
Respectfully, I would not feel right doing this to anyone else unless they so desired. Nay; if I were alive to witness the passing of a loved one I would most likely want to bury them or cremate them and then bury them, or do what is considered proper treatment of the dead. Admittedly, I have no desire whatsoever to carry around a pot of anyone's remains, so I hope I am spared the request. But for my own personal being...my dead self would feel ashamed to consume graveyard space that I feel is unnecessary. Wasteful. Extravagant.
Don't get me wrong--I have no qualms about doing this for others. I'm not referring to expense so much as practicality. I would not refuse a tablet or marker, a gravestone even, if someone should choose to remember me, and if not then--well, honestly, I'm dead, what would I do about it? However, the idea of my body being preserved in a coffin, sealed up to rot away more slowly than nature intended, makes me uneasy. Queasy. Alarmed. JK. I mean, again, I'm dead, so there is little action I could take other than the obvious route of haunting the idiot who decided not to cremate me, but even that option might have limits. Obstacles. Miniscule bumps in the road that you only feel if you're pedaling an extremely sensitive bicycle.
Perhaps I say this because I don't have a singular, firm belief in the afterlife. There are a multitude of answers I could find acceptable. Or maybe I don't want to consider the possibility of any negative consequences as a result of my near indifference to my corpse. I'm not saying please toss my flesh and bones into a dumpster (--"Oh God no!" Right, Rojas?), or leave me in a dark alley with the creepiest necromancer in the nation, but just ... be reasonable. Considerate.
My point is, if my heart's not beating and it's not bleeding, then it's over. Treat it with respect and a little TLC, but it's done, son.
Or the trash can. Whatever. Just don't keep it.
Respectfully, I would not feel right doing this to anyone else unless they so desired. Nay; if I were alive to witness the passing of a loved one I would most likely want to bury them or cremate them and then bury them, or do what is considered proper treatment of the dead. Admittedly, I have no desire whatsoever to carry around a pot of anyone's remains, so I hope I am spared the request. But for my own personal being...my dead self would feel ashamed to consume graveyard space that I feel is unnecessary. Wasteful. Extravagant.
Don't get me wrong--I have no qualms about doing this for others. I'm not referring to expense so much as practicality. I would not refuse a tablet or marker, a gravestone even, if someone should choose to remember me, and if not then--well, honestly, I'm dead, what would I do about it? However, the idea of my body being preserved in a coffin, sealed up to rot away more slowly than nature intended, makes me uneasy. Queasy. Alarmed. JK. I mean, again, I'm dead, so there is little action I could take other than the obvious route of haunting the idiot who decided not to cremate me, but even that option might have limits. Obstacles. Miniscule bumps in the road that you only feel if you're pedaling an extremely sensitive bicycle.
Perhaps I say this because I don't have a singular, firm belief in the afterlife. There are a multitude of answers I could find acceptable. Or maybe I don't want to consider the possibility of any negative consequences as a result of my near indifference to my corpse. I'm not saying please toss my flesh and bones into a dumpster (--"Oh God no!" Right, Rojas?), or leave me in a dark alley with the creepiest necromancer in the nation, but just ... be reasonable. Considerate.
My point is, if my heart's not beating and it's not bleeding, then it's over. Treat it with respect and a little TLC, but it's done, son.
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