all of my organs ( including skin ) are available for transplantation with the remainder available for scientific study ( with the caveat I don't end up intact as a cadaver in a med school somewhere, but feel free to pull me apart and study whatever any scientist wants to experiment, etc ).
Lol - bold claims, friend. Probably my organs are already not worth donating to others (much less to science - though, I suppose they'll take any old cadaver so that med students or coroners can learned to carve us up).
So, without judgement, I'm a world apart from any who find exotic treatments of their corpse worthwhile.
I've thought about three - though likely I'll be lucky if my family takes the time or spends the money to bury me at all:
- I've heard about the mushroom suit before and I enjoy the idea of decomposing more quickly and recycling my pieces back into the biosphere.
- Similarly, there is a
company that buries you in a fashion so that your decomposition directly facilitates the growth of a tree (I'm sure Bakker would love that one - my direct and/or peripheral descendants can sit with the Demonic Simulacrum of me and after a hundred years, its sentience will spark anew
). I do like the idea of forest cemeteries.
However, in both those cases, I remain earthbound and thus my matter be obliterated regardless when the earth is swallowed by the sun or otherwise rendered incapable of a biosphere. Thus, the third option:
- Have my ashes turned into a diamond (and subsequently
launched into space).
I just can't decide whether I want my matter to be recycled into the biosphere or floating through the abyss indefinitely
.
Bonus option: Funeral Pyre Party (though, that contributes negatively to the biosphere... but everyone seems to love a good bonfire).
Though recently I have realized - through personal experience - that much of what is done is for those left alive, and thus the issue is clouded.
Yeah - that's why I've always found Card's concept of the Speakers for the Dead very enticing, regardless of my above choices.
now, if no one is interested in any of my body parts for the common good ( no big surprise if there weren't ), and it was free, mummification to scare the shit out of people would be fun.
With every scream, your victims would hear a Tao chuckle on the wind
.
I'd rather be trapped in a wheel of dying geriatrics than kiss goodbye to conscious existence, but in the eventuality I'd want to rot somewhere and then have my children (if I have any at this time) take my bones and exhibit them in their homes.
Now this is a love of life
Actually, doing this as a memento mori practice was very common historically. Also,
skull dishware!, which I'm sure I've linked around here before.