I am a born-again atheist, so there isn't going to be a funeral. I will be buried in a linen wrap in a cardboard coffin in my forest with an oak tree planted on my head.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There will be no funeral! Before I get too old and ill, I'll go to South America and live among the Pemon people and meditate. When the time is right, they can throw my body into the volcano.
What's going to happen when I die? I may be buried, or I may be cremated, I may give my body to science. I haven't decided yet.
I don't believe in funerals. I believe in celebrating life, and showing people, while they're alive, how much I care about them. And I don't believe in this business of burial. I'm an organ donor. Whether its my skin or my eyeballs, use whatever bits are intact and put the rest in the garbage.
I'm an atheist, I always thought, 'This is it.' If there is going to be a heaven, it should be on earth. I feel much happier than most people. I'm fairly stoic about death, but I'm not keen on dying if it's going to be long and protracted. I don't have dark nights of the soul, except occasionally. I'm such a little busy bee.
When I die, I'll probably climb out of the coffin and play the organ at my own funeral!
I hope there is another life, for I would like to see how things come out in this world when I am dead.
I look forward to death with great anticipation, to meeting God face to face.
I'm going to die one day. I know it's coming for me, too. I'll be a mountain, I'll be a stone on the beach. I'll be nourishment.
Funerals are a pagan rite. There's not any doubt about it.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.