I like the idea of having the entire family pool in money to get a single, large, shared funerary urn. Dump my ashes in with my ancestors and give it a good stir.
Even knowing the crazy shit that happens when your body is "donated for science" I still want it. It would be neat for some weirdo to have my skull on their shelf, or get dissected in front of an audience.
Now that I think about it, I should sell off my body parts like a Ferengi.
I don’t care if some psychopathic med student uses my body as a puppet while doing a silly voice. I don’t care if they play Weekend at Bernies with it. That prick will be saving lives soon enough, that’s all that matters. When I disrespectfully dissected a fetal pig in high school bio, I still learned something.
I want this too. I saw a documentary about a dying man who took this option. They interviewed him about the decision, then after his death filmed medical students dissecting him (from a distance, it was discreet) and interviewed them about the experience. They were grateful for his gift, and incredibly respectful when speaking about him.
The thing is, the inside of a body looks nothing like the nice tidy diagrams. It’s a mess in there! I’d like these kids to practise on dead me before they start cutting into live people.
It’s my understanding that most bodies “donated to science” end up as medical school cadavers, that you’ll be a semester’s lab equipment for four graduate students.
You used to be able to get a pine box for $500. Idk what they cost now. I only know this because I had the misfortune of having to plan a funeral for someone.
I used to know a guy who embalmed his own wife (yes I’m serious!) who offered to get me a deal when the time came for cheap cremation but sadly he died first.
A funeral I attended recently had a plywood coffin and a bunch of felt-tip pens for people to write messages with. At another one a while back, the coffin was wickerwork.
I’ve always said to dump me in a ditch somewhere, I’m not gonna care, I’ll be dead. If anybody pays for an expensive ass coffin for me, I will come back and haunt their ass.
My plan, if I live old enough to be facing debilitating age-related illness is to organize all my assets to be distributed beforehand, then hike out into the middle of a dense forest where I cant possibly be found, dig a shallow pit to lie in, and die there by whatever means tickles me at the time.
There are no large predators where I live, so Id just be slowly dissected by the ants and the beetles.
Bene Gesserit burials in “Chapterhouse” sound like it: dig a vertical hole, put the body in with (presumably) biodegradable wrapping, plant a tree on it.
I’ve said the same thing,same reasoning, but my wife and kids lost their minds when I suggested it. I even suggested planting a tree so they could have a place to consider “me” to be,no dice. So good luck to you and everyone else concerned with saving money or hassle out there.
You basically just rephrased multiple scenes with Frank in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia…
“I mean, I don’t give a shit. If I was dead you could bang me all you want. I mean, who cares? A dead body is like a piece of trash. I mean, shove as much shit in there as you want. Fill me up with cream, make a stew out of my ass. What’s the big deal? Bang me, eat me, grind me up into little pieces, throw me in the river. Who gives a shit? You’re dead, you’re dead! Oh shit! Is my mic on?”
or another episode: “When I die, just throw me in the trash!”
Just thought it was funny to find people mirroring Frank Reynolds in real life… although I always pretty much agreed with him. I’m more concerned with how traumatizing it’d be for my family to see me in a ditch, or being filled with cream.