How many of y'all want to be buried in a casket?

Not me. I mean, it's really the least of my worries about death, and it doesn't really matter regardless, but I'd much rather have something way cool done with my body than have my family spend a bunch of money on some expensive funeral. I do want a headstone with a badass quote on it, but I'd rather just have a small one that people could keep with them wherever they go. I'm not sure really what I want done to my body, maybe some sort of offbeat art project with my skeleton.

I think John Prine said it best:

Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose

How about you guys?

 

I think I'm weird in that I just don't care either way...

 

Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox

Well I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the thought of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind at ease if you fulfill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign
Let it burn in mem'ry of all of my good times
Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes
I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just make your next selection and while your still in line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

 

cremated, id want to give whatever is needed / can be used like kidneys etc away but everything else cremated.

 

I don't really care either way, but if it is in a box, make it a cheap one, prefferably cardboard. The only thing I do want to happen is that somebody plants a tree in my remains whether thay be burnt or boxed.

 

So you want a tree feasting on your remains, red? What if the tree gets a taste for human flesh...

 

It can eat the **** that killed me.

I will not die a natural death.

 

That's a good point. I definitely will give away whatever anyone can use, whether it my organs for someone needing a transplant, hair to someone needing a wig (hopefully I'll have it all when I'm old), flesh if someone is really desperate enough to eat human flesh or just has a taste for it...

 

I need to be cremated. I've never heard of a cremated person coming back as a zombie.

 

I want to be stuffed and have whoever was stuck with me the moment I died have to keep me in their house...
Just wrap me in some burlap and throw my body under a tree...Then let the rejoicing begin...

 

word. organ donation, then burnt the rest and scatter it (preferably on the prairies, anywheres on the highway that leads from my city (and my mothers) to my dads city