I know it's a little wordy, but I would love this quote by NDT to appear on my tombstone:

"I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna during my lifetime."

What do you want on yours?

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Floating in a huge vat of formaldehyde with others bound for the dissection table at a medical center research campus would be problematic for an epitath. I will never forget the first time I saw that vat, what a rush.

"Rottin' & Rollin'"

Please stop - I'm tearing up!*:(( crying

"Wake me up in three days"

He had many labels,

Waged against many others,

But he wanted to be only human

You sound like god!

How about, shhhh, I'm digging, I'll send you a postcard from Australia

And a multimedia headstone could play the soundtrack from The Great Escape.  (Which, to remind some people, is the movie about tunneling out of a POW camp.)

I'd just as soon be creamated and scattered, but my husband really wants a stone, and since he'll probably outlive me, we'll probably have some sort of stone.  I want my name, dates and a QR code that would take people to my Website.

My stepson doesn't want people to be sad when they go to the cemetery, so he wants a headstone that can "high five" you. Hopefully I will never have to do it, but I think with a counterbalance, it would work.

A friend of mine wanted to be freeze dried, treated with epoxy as a cast, then mounted on the OSU-Oregon campus mall. Of course there was some expectation of an inappropriate hand sign!

I don't need that much social commentary for my remains, but expect to be cremated. After I am 'dead', it seems rather unimportant as to what is done with the remains, but I would rather not clog any culverts. I think it might be nice, in forsight, to have my ashes spread along the shore of Pyramid Lake Nevada, east side. A very beautiful place to rest among the old fish bones, extinct shells, and tulfa. Maybe even just outside one of the palio-indian rock shelters, taking my place along with the rest of history.

Now months latter, one divorce, one business shutdown, and partial unemployment, I have wondered how much closer is this 'end'?

Sadly now, someone would need to send my ash remains to the indian reservation parks person for the spreading, but I feel it to be premature for such a plan.

A new spring, new flowers, a new love, and a deeper soul, maybe I still have time to get my mortality right? 


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