ion wrote:
I want my body dipped in honey and shot into the grand canyon via trebuchet just so see what sticks on the way down.
Oooo! Sweeeeet! Gonna branch offa that one with me own.
I've always been rather discusted at the hypocracy that's inherent in treating the body with such reverence after the "soul" if you believe in one, has left it. Isn't it just a vessel that's been vacated? A car that someone's stripped the gears on? If all your theology is wrapped up in the soul, and what one isn't, why would you care what's done with the meat thing when you're done?
With this in mind, I would like to be buried face down, naked, propped up with my butt in the air, and with a single daisy protruding out of me arse. Perhaps an apple in my mouth, I don't know. Wouldn't that make an interesting find for some archeologist a thousand years from now?
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and ell-preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, WOW! What a ride!"
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