I may become an organ doner assuming stem cell therapy doesn't fall through until then. Any remaining bits of me I'd like to have cremated. I'd like the ashes to be split into thirds. One third I'd like to be dumped into Lake Ontario. The next third into the wind high up in the Andes, and the remaining third into the soil of a vegetable garden, or at least a bag of fertilizer. So yeah, something nice and sickingly sentimental.
I don't really care much about the ceremony. I believe the funeral should be for the people who loved me and however they would like to expell their grief. I'm gone forever, what do I care what happens there? However, I'd like Adagio Assai by Ravel or Clair de Lune by Debussy to be played by a live orchestra at my funeral. Those pieces convey rememberance and letting go to me. Go Impressionism.
Of course, from here and until the time to start pitting this together, my plans will probably change.
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