I am not so concerned about what happens to my money, I discovered upon reflection. Rather, I started pondering what would happen as far as funeral arrangements if I were to meet some sort of early demise. Jayantha knows my wishes, but perhaps not all these ideas have been shared.
First, I would be turning in my grave if I ended up in one. I think sticking people in the ground uses up valuable real estate with a tradition not suitable for this century. More importantly, I want the cheapest version of a simple, pine box. I think they're cardboard and cost about $60. I would be really angry knowing that some slick, coffin salesman convinced someone to put me in a fancy container worth more than the pick-up truck I drove!
No, no. These things should be talked about in a wider audience, as well. Embalming sounds something like the mummification process we just witnessed in the robbed tombs of ancient Egypt. Not to mention, the process is way gross. Please cremate me within hours of my death. Lastly, I think that even the unnecessary ostentation of an actual funeral is something left over from the dark ages.
So, in conclusion, if you were my friend or acquaintance and are still kicking when I take my last breath, please pop open a beer (or your own choice of poison) and make up a most fantastic lie on my Facebook page.
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