I want cremated and poured out on the wind, hopefully someplace calm and beautiful. I know I will no longer be alive, aware, or in my body. Still, I am very clausterphobic. The whole idea of some stranger stripping me naked , draining my blood, pickling me with chemicals and stuffing me in a little box, nailing the lid shut and burrying me, sounds horrid. I want to be out in the sun, blowing in the wind, even if I’m not really there. I doubt my organs will be any good for anyone. I’m in poor health. But if something is left that is useful to someone, by all means, they can have it.
I have to admit though funerals are more for the living than the dead, and a traditional burial would probably be more comforting to my parents and siblings since that is what they are used to and expect.
I, too, am a donor. Additionally, since my husband is a veteran and plans to be buried in a military cemetery, I have the right to be dumped into the same hole, so that is probably what I will opt for.
For years I’ve told my children that I wish to be cremated, with my ashes placed in Folger coffee cans and put in their kitchen cupboards. Don’t know if I’ve ever really meant it, but I most certainly do not want to be an ornament that’s worn!
I always wanted to donate it to science. I am not that sure any more. I have no idea why I have changed my mind! But I must be cremated. I don’t like funerals and coffins and I am terrified I might wake up in one!!!
Organ donation for me it’s not like I’ll be needing ‘em anymore, followed by a nice funeral.
Taking out the organs also ensures that I won’t be buried alive -the only fear that really gives me the willies.
I’ve always told hubby that I’m to be cremated. Even thinking about being buried in the ground while locked in a wooden box for wee beasties to eat me just terrifies me. If any of my bits and bobs can help anyone first they’re more than welcome to have them. Now my funeral I do know about. I’ve always said that I don’t want any tears from anyone. I want folk telling jokes, I want smiles and laughter and at the end I want everyone to chase each other out of the cremitorium to the theme music of the benny hill show :-)
They can do anything to it. Would not like it wasted, so if someone wants the organs, wants to eat me or wants to dig a hole in the ground and use me as a fertiliser, be my guest.
I think that in the modern world (where I can leave back CDs, digital photos and videos, my notes on a hard disk and all sorts of other souvenirs that could last forever), you don’t really need a tomb with a faded picture to remember your loved ones. You can see them daily on your mobile, your laptop or youtube.
And I don’t even know who’d care much about the leftovers. I’ll probably discuss it with my daughter someday and see what she thinks.
I’ve always had strong reservations about organ donation because health care professionals treat people with little enough respect and dignity when they are alive, I cannot believe that they treat you any better when you’re dead – I want to be made into fish food….
On my doner card it say’s; Your challenge with my body before you is to save as many people with my organs as you can and then cremate the remainder and pour off the Golden Gate bridge during a flood tide so I flow into the bay taking residence in the many ponds and tributaries my previous generations fought to preserve through parks and conservation bills in the State of California.