FunkyBuddha said:
I want to be shot into space in the direction mostly likely to take me the longest distance so I can see the stars up close...
Not a waste compared to ground space right?
Space shuttle, space coffin, rocket fuel, etc...
Abso-freakin'lutely. Maybe if all of us with such a nutty idea (not to us, to
them!) got together we could get a reduction in price for the trip. Ya think?
I told my wife if she buried me in a box I'd come back and haunt her. I am claustrophobic! Ha. I told her to have me cremated and put my ashes in a locket and wear me around her neck... I'd be close to something I love! (her ****s!) lol She said, "no way." Sigh.
Burial is a waste of real estate. My family, being good Baptists they are, think cremation is a sin! How will Jesus 'call us up' on that day he gets around to coming back, right? I ask about all those who are blown up, burned in buildings, etc., and they just shrug.
I see no point in burying someone and then visiting the plot. My family thinks I'm cold hearted. Am I? I have things that remind me of my parents, even have what I call my "shrine" for dad where his wallet, drivers' license, other mementos are displayed. Mom's stuff is there, too. Their memories walk with me, they're not in a box in the ground.
This brings up another pet peeve of mine: funeral processions. Good grief, it's time to end that tradition. I told my wife the last thing I'd want is a dozen people cussing about being held up fifteen minutes for some dead guy. Of course it'd be more like fifteen seconds for me, just the hearse, a car with my family in it, and a pickup driven by the guys who would bury the box.
OK, so you brought all this up and I am killing time, I'm not so fond of funerals, either. Why gather "loved ones" together, play somber music and do every damned thing you can to make everyone as sad as possible? When my wife's boss's husband died he had stipulated no funeral and cremation. Instead his son held a kind of wake, a send-off at the guy's favorite sports bar. There was plenty of beer, pictures of the guy, and conversation about him. It was all informal and worked very well. Yep, don't mourn my passing, everybody get drunk and talk about what a wild and weird guy I was. Works for me.