if i had my druthers i’d be frozen, shattered, scattered
But I think I’d have to somehow arrange to die in Sweden
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Also, it ain’t cheap being green, even when you are dead. Though that’s not really true, either – our carcasses are fairly perfectly designed to give back to the earth that we live off of when we are dead. It’s the rites and rituals, the trappings of death – for the benefit of the living – which can be very expensive.
I can understand well the desire to be protected – or to protect – the body from the busy environmentalists who carry off and distribute nutrients through the earth once we are underground; I hate worms and bugs, no matter how much good they do, and I hate the thought of them having a go at me once I am in their domain. I know, I know, I’d be dead, so what would it really matter? And that’s actually how I feel – when my spirit, self, whatever has left my carcass, dispose of it in the cheapest way possible, because I am no longer there.
However, in case I happen to be a gabillionaire when it’s my time and thus have money to just throw around, frozen, shattered and scattered is the way to go.
[digital art by Mandy Moore – here]
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