The whole sorry episode with Terry Schiavo got Dad and me talking.
My mother made it very easy for us. She made it perfectly clear that when she died, she wanted to be cremated, and have her ashes spread on the compost pile. And that's where she went... well some of her. We also scattered her ashes around the places she swam, and where she stayed in the summer.
So, for the sake of making it easier on others, I said to my father, and I'll post it here: that if it ever comes down to it, I would not want any feeding tubes or other artificial support. If I get into that vegetative state where nothing is working but my brainstem, think of the 14 days or so of winding down as a fast in preparation for my last great journey.
And, as for what to do with my remains, my firstest choice would be to have my body donated to The Body Farm at the University of Tennessee. It's the one, currently legal, way I can think of for my body tor return to Mother Earth "as-is." (and it would also help bring justice to murder victims -- which isn't a bad legacy to leave behind). If that's not feasible at the time I die, go ahead and cremate me. But whatever you do, please don't embalm me and pump me full of chemicals. They won't stop the decay forever, and sooner or later, all that fermaldihyde is going to seep into the soil, eventually... we don't use graveyards for farmland, now... but maybe in 100 years or so, we will.
Besides, one of my favorite ghost stories claims that your soul must wander this earth until the worms and other beasties have finished eating every last bit of your flesh. I don't know if that's literally true, but I like it as a metaphor: individual living beings must die... but Life Lives. Try to thwart that cycle, and you become trapped by it.
Okay, we now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ silliness...
My mother made it very easy for us. She made it perfectly clear that when she died, she wanted to be cremated, and have her ashes spread on the compost pile. And that's where she went... well some of her. We also scattered her ashes around the places she swam, and where she stayed in the summer.
So, for the sake of making it easier on others, I said to my father, and I'll post it here: that if it ever comes down to it, I would not want any feeding tubes or other artificial support. If I get into that vegetative state where nothing is working but my brainstem, think of the 14 days or so of winding down as a fast in preparation for my last great journey.
And, as for what to do with my remains, my firstest choice would be to have my body donated to The Body Farm at the University of Tennessee. It's the one, currently legal, way I can think of for my body tor return to Mother Earth "as-is." (and it would also help bring justice to murder victims -- which isn't a bad legacy to leave behind). If that's not feasible at the time I die, go ahead and cremate me. But whatever you do, please don't embalm me and pump me full of chemicals. They won't stop the decay forever, and sooner or later, all that fermaldihyde is going to seep into the soil, eventually... we don't use graveyards for farmland, now... but maybe in 100 years or so, we will.
Besides, one of my favorite ghost stories claims that your soul must wander this earth until the worms and other beasties have finished eating every last bit of your flesh. I don't know if that's literally true, but I like it as a metaphor: individual living beings must die... but Life Lives. Try to thwart that cycle, and you become trapped by it.
Okay, we now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ silliness...
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Date: 2005-04-04 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 11:39 pm (UTC)'DMA,' huh? okay... thanks for the info.
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Date: 2005-04-05 01:39 am (UTC)I'd rather not be cremated, only because I don't want to contribute to air pollution. I've done enough of that in life, driving a car.
Being made into a diamond has its appeal, but is not especially practical. :)
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Date: 2005-04-05 02:18 am (UTC)Yeah... what's anyone going to do with that? You'd make an awfully morbid engagement ring:
"Would you marry me? And would you wear my dead friend on your finger?"
um... no thanks.