I can dig it.
I think this is cool.
Don’t preserve me in a sealed coffin when I die – I won’t have need of these resources I’ve so … *pats tummy* … carefully cultivated over the years. I’d like A flat stone and a tree that will eventually entwine its roots through me.
(okay, so maybe I want a hologram like in Serenity. This is, though, the next best thing.)

I don’t know how you even came across this but it is very cool. This is next best option to my original plan which I believe is actually illegal. Put me on a raft, cast me out into Lake Huron and set me ablaze!
*grin* Good idea, and yeah, probably illegal. ;)
I am an amazing resource. ;) I’d seen something about it a year ago, and looked up this article to explain it to a friend of mine.
That’s really neat.
Gah. Not me, dude. I want the full-on cryogenic-preservation, energy-sucking, hermetically-sealed, destroy-the-enviornment deluxe I’m Gonna Live Forever package, if I can afford it by that point. I don’t care if, once they DO manage to figure out how to reverse death and revive me, the world is a smoking ruin by that point, I just wanna be up and walking and maggot-free.
What’s in it for them? I mean, if/when they come to the point they can reverse death from a cryogenically preserved corpse, wouldn’t it cost an incredible amount of money, if only because the demand would support it? Without that saved up (which would be far more than the cost of preservation), wouldn’t you find yourself in a position of crushing debt?
I mean, this is capitalist america. Everything costs money according to demand.
*shrug* If we don’t get to uplinking our selves to The Great MetaInternet by the time I die, I’ll just have to live with it.
So to speak.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow…pretty much.
While I like the story I don’t think I’d like to live it (unless Minion or I found out that we were going to die terribly young and with a lot of financial resources).
Incinerated
Charred
Burnt
Flambé !!!
My first choice, incidentally, is the Zoroastrian option – stick my carcass outside for carrion to rip apart.
I think that’s illegal though…or if not that I’d have to get documentation to prove that it’s my religion (which I can’t because they don’t let you convert, you have to be born into it – which is why it’s not a big world religion in spite of being the earth-friendly prototype for Christianity).
*smiles* Why give the birds first pick?
That is cool. I read a really good article in my Utne Reader a few years back about a guy who is working on a process to turn bodies into inert chemicals in a very green way and thought that was cool, too.
Ooh, neat!
http://www.memoryglass.com/whatis.asp
Heh, we share feed-me-to-the-wormsness, then. I just felt I should comment because you’re the first person I’ve known who seems willing to, um, donate their extra resources to the insect community. ;)
*grin* I’m pragmatic about it. If my body’s preserved and no one sees it, or senses it, or can make use of it … why would I want it done?
I’m not gonna get any dead-er. Keep my hair, and when they figure out how amazing I was (say, a thousand years from now), some admiring soul can make new skenne-sperm. ;D
… or not.
Crazy that you posted this after my cannibalism and burial post the other day. I’m kind of creeped out by the concept of being buried versus cremation, but as the article points out, cremation has its own problems. Personally, I favor the following methods, but ultimately won’t really care once I’m gone anyway:
Viking funeral involving a burning longbow on a body of water
Cremated and used for coral reef reconstruction
Medical research
BTW, did you know that cremating a morbidly obese person can cause a grease fire? A crematorium burned down not too long ago because of that.
No, I hadn’t heart that. I wouldn’t mind my organs being donated, but they’re unlikely to do any good if I die when I’m old instead of, say, tomorrow. :)
DON’T DIE!!
*grins*
Awesome, there’s one just outside of San Francisco. I am *so* down with that. Plant a tree or a bush and some grasses maybe some wildflowers, let the deer and rabbits and other wildlife nibble, let the bees buzz, and let whatever molecules of that-which-was-me that pass up through the roots live on in thousands of other creatures. Circle of life, bitches!