In the long run, I suppose that it really doesn't matter. I mean, I'm dead, so it's not like I'm not gonna have a bunch of other, much more pressing matters, to deal with, at the moment. Especially if I'm wrong about that whole "God is a myth and doesn't really exist." thing.
I guess that, if I really had to choose, (and one day I'm really going to have to, I suppose) go ahead and cremate me.
1.) It takes up less "real estate".
2.) The thought of rotting away, in a 3x3x6 confined space, really doesnt appeal to me.
3.) I would assume that it's a little more, shall we say, "cost effective".
Like SabrinaFair, though, I don't want my ashes just left sitting in a jar on someone's mantle, someplace. You just know that before ten years is out, someone's gonna knock me over while dusting, or during a rowdy party, and there I am...getting sucked up into a Hoover.
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Originally posted by *Nikki*
I don't want to burn.
Bury me.
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I had actually thought of that. Burning
is a big fear of mine. It's contradictory...I know.