I haven't really thought about where to scatter my ashes when the time comes, but I doubt that it would be in space.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
I want a natural burial. Just straight into the ground in a shroud.
My husband wanted to be cremated. I told him I'd scatter his ashes at Neiman Marcus - that way, I'd visit him every day.
To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.
Scatter my ashes on the Shannon.
I'd love to go to space. I would love to peek out a giant window and look back at the blue marble. There's no question; I'd love to do that.
Space is the breath of art.
I'm really looking forward to it, if you can imagine floating weightless, watching the world pour by through the big bay window of the space station playing a guitar; just a tremendous place to think about where we are in history.
You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care.
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.