When I die, I hope they don't cremate me 'cuz I'll burn forever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
I hope I die before I get old.
I don't know what they'll say when I die. I don't give a damn, but they'll probably cry.
I know exactly how and where I am going to die. The only question is when.
I live for now, not for what happens after I die.
Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.
I want to be frozen on the hope that they'll find whatever I died of and bring me back.
When I die, I'll probably climb out of the coffin and play the organ at my own funeral!