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Originally posted by Lebell
Oh, if reality were no constraint, I would want to be flash frozen and put in a capsule and be shot into deep space.
Just think about the possibilities. For one thing, you would truly go where no man had gone before, aliens could find you and you would be a huge scientific find for them, or maybe you would be found by humans in the far future and studied or revived, a la 3001, The Final Odysee.
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No trolling here, just something that struck me. If you did that, from a Christian perspective, wouldn't your soul get kind of "lost"? If your body was revived by Aliens a millenium later, would your consciousness continue without a soul? Or would your soul get "hijacked" from heaven, zipping back into your body?
I just thought about it when I read your post, and it strikes me as a bit freaky, at least in my dead-end mind. Knowing myself, I'll be thinking about this for a while.
My personal choice of funeral:
A field on a rainy day. A band is playing Pantera's "Walk", with a philharmonic orcestra. 40 exotic-looking dominatrixes are showing everybody to their seats. Friends and family watching, as my freeze-dried corpse, standing in a hot-air balloon basket, is smiling at them. The bomb technicians have finished rigging my corpse with 80 kgs of C4, one kilo for each year of my life. As the hot-air balloon with my explosive corpse sails higher up into the sky, the band stops playing. 10 kids from a local elementary school steps forward with saxophones, and starts to play "Little Spanish Flea", while lion-dancers and line-dancers clash in front of the seats.
When the balloon reaches 6000 feet, the crowd yells "GOODBYE YOU BASTARD" and throw their hats in the air. The explosives go off, sending my corpse in all directions.