Cremation, then ashes scattered on Oscar Wilde's grave.

I would not want to meet you if you resurrected, decompostion is a bitch.

County gets my body and cremates me... don't care other than that.
Just as long as those vultures in the funeral business never get a dime of my family's money over me.

cremation definately, then plant a tree or two

I want to be cremated, then shot into space on some probe, to travel the stars for a bazillion years. Except for my heart, and my skull. I want my heart to be put in a jar and preserved for all time, and my skull along with it.

I'd really like a funeral pyre... and all the people I care about in life to hang out and get drunk and have a good time... roast marshmallows.. and whatnot. and as to what I want from the afterlife? peace and quiet.. mainly peace

any organs in my body still functional...... donate.

cremate the remainder and sprinkle over barney's new york..... preferably the shoe department.

It's recently been brought to my attention that if you are dead they won't take your organs.

I would have expected you to have yourself sectioned and scattered on Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, and Jimi Hendrix.

I want a Viking funeral. Lay me out on dry hay in a boat with my sword and push me out to sea after setting fire to the boat.

I expect that there is some law against this.

Well I was considering making a giant list of where I wanted to be, (yeah, okay, six ashes into lake geneva with freddie, five of them with oscar, ten put inside a hollowbody guitar...) but I decided just put all of it with the man I love.

:whofart:

GASP, I know, so SHOCKING - a dayum derty faggot being open and shameless about it! scandalous!

You two ought to get married.

old and happy. but on a different note, i recently read something on Mental Floss about the death of Genghis Khan, truly fascinating. Here it is:

Q: How come no one knows where Genghis Khan is buried?

A: Well, for good reason! Apparently those in charge of the burial were ridiculously cautious about not letting word get out as to the location of the site. It was on August 18, 1227 when Genghis, the most feared leader of the 13th century, was led to burial, with a procession of 2,500 followers and a mounted bodyguard of 400 soldiers (kind of like a Macy’s parade minus the floats). Anyone unfortunate enough to happen upon the procession was immediately put to death by the soldiers. When the procession arrived at a remote mountain location in Mongolia, 40 virgins were killed to provide dear Genghis with needed pleasures in the afterlife. Then, at the end of the funeral ceremony, the soldiers killed all 2,500 members of the procession. And when the 400 soldiers returned to the capital city, they were all immediately put to death by another group of soldiers. You see, because Khan was considered a god, it was of utmost importance that his site not be plundered. And what better way to ensure this than to make it so that those with knowledge would keep their mouths shut – permanently. So did anyone survive the expedition? Well, yes – a camel. The creature was spared so that she could find her way back to the site if Khan’s family needed to visit. Of course, the family had to be led blindfolded – if they knew the whereabouts, then they too would be put to death. It’s the kind of arrangement that would surely make you think twice about expressing your condolences.

Mel Gibson should make that film.