Your Death and Post-Death Preferences

Gráinne · 10-23-2011, 08:19 PM

I have an order that if I can only be kept alive by machines, turn them off. No heroic measures. I drew that up with my will last year.

After death, use whatever can be used, then cremate the rest. And I want about the opposite of my brother's funeral; he had canned hymn music, somber people sitting around in black, and an ancient funeral director who turned his service into a Jesus call. It was awful. I want a New Orleans jazz band, and/or the drum band from Titanic

. Huge bash, no crying allowed.

After that, I'll either be scattered somewhere I love or put into a fake rock in one of those rock gardens springing up in cemeteries now. I can see it now: my kids will go visit "Mom's Rock" on Sunday afternoons :P.

I've also considered donating myself to the Body Farm in Tennessee.

10-23-2011, 08:19 PM	#11
Gráinne Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Neither, nada, out of the box Preferred Pronoun?: My name always works Relationship Status: Happy whatever happens Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Little Rock Posts: 1,864 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,117 Thanked 7,386 Times in 1,457 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	I have an order that if I can only be kept alive by machines, turn them off. No heroic measures. I drew that up with my will last year. After death, use whatever can be used, then cremate the rest. And I want about the opposite of my brother's funeral; he had canned hymn music, somber people sitting around in black, and an ancient funeral director who turned his service into a Jesus call. It was awful. I want a New Orleans jazz band, and/or the drum band from Titanic . Huge bash, no crying allowed. After that, I'll either be scattered somewhere I love or put into a fake rock in one of those rock gardens springing up in cemeteries now. I can see it now: my kids will go visit "Mom's Rock" on Sunday afternoons :P. I've also considered donating myself to the Body Farm in Tennessee. __________________ The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one. ~Erma Bombeck