what do you want done with your body when you die?

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I want to be stuffed taxadermy style and dressed in a1920s style baseball uniform and then sent to someone who knows me but not to well (eg. 2nd cousin) with a note explain that my dying wish was for them to keep me and display me in their home( so they feel obligated to).
 
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I want my dismembered body launched out of a cannon over a major populous area, like NYC or Seattle or something along t hose lines. I want it to rain my fingers, toes, and other body parts upon strange unsuspecting peoples heads lol
 
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Here's the plan:
Im dead, my best friend Gabe is still alive because I'm definitely going to die first.
So my funeral is going on, near the end when they go to open the casket everyone discovers that my body is not there.
At that point, Gabe is going to be hiding in the ceiling with my body attatched to the ceiling fan. After everyone starts freaking out for a bit hes going to jetison my body from the rafters with the celing fan on high. At that moment the Space Jam theme song is going to start playing as my corpse is flying around the room attatched to the fan.

After that I don't really care what will be done with my body.
 
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Yea tree burial seems so right. Like it should be... give back to that which sustains you.

In the Himalayas they have something called sky burial... where the dead are taken to the top of a mountain to return to the elements. To weather away and be consumed by scavenging animals... birds of prey especially in this case. (I find that awesome... your consumed by a creature of flight)... :) Return to the sky...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sky_burial
 
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That is pretty cool, i've read about that also. Popular in Tibet, apparently. It's funny, to so many people in the West, chopping up a loved one and letting the birds feast on them is barbaric. Yet we drain people of their fluids, paint them, dress them up, shove them in a hugely overpriced box, and delicately place them in the ground to just rot and be eaten by worms. Even death has become this overly fake and disconnected ritual of denial.