Rant of the day:

Cremate me. Hell, don't bother, leave me where I die. If it's inconvenient, roll me somewhere else. Caskets are designed now to preserve your loved ones for something like ten years. Come on, now. If you're that concerned about preserving me, stuff my corpse and put me on the couch. Make me into a conversation piece, hang your hats on me, put me in the bay window and dress me in funny hats. Dress me like a scarecrow on Halloween. Don't stuff me in a box and bury me somewhere next to some asshole who died from peeing on an electric fence in a lightning storm, and then feel bad on my birthday because you don't visit my body which may or may not actually be there, I mean, did you SEE the guy put me in the ground? Or did you leave because it was "too hard to watch" before I was dropped in? How do you know I'm even IN that box and they didn't just pop the latch, dump me in the hole, and take the casket back to the funeral home to sell again?
Just a thought.


P.S. If you're that worried about preserving me, you'd better kill me now, I'm only gonna get older, uglier, and more cynical...
posted by 123454321 at 9:22 AM