Your Death

I would like to donate any organs that may be useful to someone else, not be embalmed and then either cremated or ritually washed and interned as is my cultural custom.
 
My Death arrangments

How would you like it to be?

A big funeral? Roses and flowers?

Or buried in an unmarked grave?

It will happen, so, when it does, how would you like it to be?

I have left all instructions with my sister, My life is coming to a close slower than I want. I am to be cremated, my ashes spread in the west. The Black Hills, or anywhere in Wyoming or South Dakota.
 
It wasn't that good for me. :(

Choke down on the club. Get a good back swing. Drive the club through his head. Imagine his (lack of) brains spattering all over the political threads.

It takes a little practice.

Be patient.
 
of old age without too much suffering

doesn't matter to me who shows up for the funeral, I won't be seeing it.
 
How would you like it to be?

A big funeral? Roses and flowers?

Or buried in an unmarked grave?

It will happen, so, when it does, how would you like it to be?

I want to die of a sudden heart attack in rush hour traffic on the freeway. I want them to have to close the freeway to remove my body from the car causing a massive traffic jam for miles.

It would be my last middle finger to the rest of society. :cool:
 
As a veteran that has seen my fair share of death , I want to see it comming and if at all possible it will be in defense of someone that is a good person . Shed no tears . Burn me up and throw the ashes out the window . Then have a drink or burn one of them left handed non filters of both and listen to some good music .
 
You know how rare that is, right?

About 90% of your "health care" will be spent in the last few weeks of your life.

My whole family is nurses.

Who will have the fortitude to forgo the two weeks? To not use resources that someone else could use to better effect? Me? I've never been known as brave. As much as I would like to think I would take the high road, die a valiant death, I will probably take the cowards way and choose the two weeks at horrendous cost.

But it will come. So what would I like? A memorial service where everyone is handed a bottle of whiskey and a joint as they enter. A party....a wake....a fond goodbye......or a "damn I'm glad that old bastard is dead" for those who didn't like me, which there are many.

And then what? To ashes with what's left....or this:
http://www.bodyworlds.com/en/exhibitions/current_exhibitions.html

To be used as a display to teach some kid what a fat old man looks like under the skin.

But if my family decides to char my bones, then my son and grandson will be required to take what's left to Goat Lake, a small alpine lake in the Olympics, and leave them there. One last outing with my male progeny. One last hike together and then done, back to the soil where we all go in the end.

Comshaw
 
As a veteran that has seen my fair share of death , I want to see it comming and if at all possible it will be in defense of someone that is a good person . Shed no tears . Burn me up and throw the ashes out the window . Then have a drink or burn one of them left handed non filters of both and listen to some good music .

Maybe you want to practice your Yaqui Death Dance...


;)
 
Ideally, I would be about 92 years old, riding a great foxhunter at the end of an incredible run at the closing meet after an awesome season, I would have a massive killing heart attack right where we put the final fox to ground and I would tumble off the horse already dead and then my corpse could be fed to the hounds after my appointments are distributed to those who were with me to the end.

I could live (or die) with that.
 
Why, again, are you going to be executed?


:eek:

Kill you, toss your body in the nearest river, rape your wife and daughter and then burn your village?


C'mon peeps, you need to get up to speed on your knowledge of Viking ship funerals. It's a good thing you aren't my executors.


The deceased is placed aboard his longship and the ship is set alight as it sails out to sea.



 
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If only we could choose our deaths. I had an accident years ago, when I was 19. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and SHOULD have been killed. How I wasn't is a miracle. I never saw it coming. It sure changed my feelings on death, and life.

My funeral? Sigh. All my friends live hundreds of miles away.
 
Ideally, I would be about 92 years old, riding a great foxhunter at the end of an incredible run at the closing meet after an awesome season, I would have a massive killing heart attack right where we put the final fox to ground and I would tumble off the horse already dead and then my corpse could be fed to the hounds after my appointments are distributed to those who were with me to the end.

I could live (or die) with that.


Shouldn't you be out chasing Reynard?


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