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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I die, I hope they don't cremate me 'cuz I'll burn forever.
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.
As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.
You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours.
Death is such a strange thing. One minute you're here and then just gone. You'd think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go.
Dying will happen sometime. As you know, I plan for the ages, not just for this life.
When I die, I'll probably climb out of the coffin and play the organ at my own funeral!
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.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
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.