I occasionally brood about my own mortality and everything that comes with it – last wishes, funerals, etc. Last Monday I had surgery, my first, so I think I was justified in that brooding. I was suspiciously calm about the whole ordeal ( I have major anxiety) but it had made me consider how I want my “end” to be, while simultaneously hoping that this surgery definitely would not be the end.
First of all I want to donate whatever I can from my body. You need it? You take it. Years ago I read the book Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach and it enlightened me to all the amazing and different uses of a dead body. After reading it I came to believe embalming and burying someone in a cemetery is a complete waste of a perfectly good dead body. From body farms researching the effects of natural elements on a body to assist in crime scene investigation to advanced environmentally friendly body decomposition – the idea that burial and cremation are your only options is archaic.
To be continued