I wanna be cremated and have my ashes spread over the Brooklyn bridge, so I can always stay in Brooklyn. As for any ceremonies, just a simple wake will do for me. Remember me as I was; all the good times that were had. It'll help them grieve, I suppose...just remembering all the fun that we've had. :)
Plime is an editable wiki community where users can add and edit weird and interesting links. Users earn karma when other users vote on their actions. The more karma you have, the more power you have at Plime.
«gnikgnok:I was wondering when that topic was gonna come up...
(we love YOU, FD)
the first time we went over after nick moved out of molly's parents' house I took a picture of the empty parking spot where he used to park.
OOPS, I GUESS I AM LOGGED IN AS INY! Over at my mom's house using her computer and Molly must have used it last. Weird though, I clicked the link from my email but it still thinks she is logged in...Don't give her too much harassment about voting herself up - it was me.
Edit by imnotyoo: Haha! Now any upvotes you would have gotten from saying that will now be mine! Muwahahaha!
It's going pretty normally, lots of people talking in a big church until BAM! The lights go out. No one knows what's up, and then a strobe lights come on as my suspended corpse is on rope swinging from the ceiling marionette style (waving arms and stuff) and someone is doing sound effects for me "WooooOOOooOOOOOO!!!" "Leave LOTS of money for the family OR I'LL HAAUUNNNNTTTTT YYYYYYOOOOUUUU!!!!" etc.
Or, I'll completely plan my death so that I'm doing something awesome. Like, skydive and conveniently forget my chute, or fly a plane until it's out of gas, or fight like 8 blackbelts and see how long I last. Better yet, put me in a cage with a hungry grizzly, bengal tiger, and falcon and let me try and fight my way out. What flippin' awesome way to die...
4) A portion placed into an hourglass so the wife can finally get some work out of me
The cremation should be as closely authentic to a Viking funeral as legally possible.
Also, I will have a ceremony held on the beach at midnight where a lawyer will meet all of my family members and they will witness a large box taken out of a van and placed on the beach and set on fire to be burned to nothing.
In said box will be all my worldly possessions liquefied to $100 Dollar bills, which of course will be consumed by the fire.
Afterwards, everyone will be given a note explaining what has just taken place with the words
HA HA
prominently displayed on the back of the paper.
Not that I have ever given this any thought or anything.
circus midgets, fire eaters, bag pipers, lots of drinks, a clown that does balloon animals, a few strippers, A wooden ship, and a viking send off. "Its a celebration Bi**hes!!"
«craziesean : circus midgets, fire eaters, bag pipers, lots of drinks, a clown that does balloon animals, a few strippers, A wooden ship, and a viking send off. "Its a celebration Bi**hes!!"
Yea, throw all of the above into my send off as well.
How will I be remembered... OK, here's what I've decided on so far. I want my body to be cremated, because buying a coffin and putting it in the ground wastes valuable space that could be used to grow crops. I don't want to dedicate my organs to medical research. Now, before you downvote, let me explain why. I would rather my organs be donated to be used as replacements, rather than performed research upon. Maybe that's just me, but I'd rather my organs help save a life rather than be used in an elaborate prank by med-school students (my mother went through med school, as did many others in my maternal family tree. They all pretty much agree that the organs aren't fully respected). As to the service, I would like something more approaching an Irish wake, where they stay around celebrating my life, rather than mourning my death. How will I be remembered by casual acquaintances? Probably 'that weird guy'. And that's fine by me.
I want them to all throw a party and celebrate that I had a happy life, for the time I was here. No need to cry, it happens to all of us. Accepting life, means accepting death. Remember me by getting drunk and talking about all the stupid s**t I did, and how much fun I had doing it.
As often as I consider what my funeral will be like, I don't actually have any idea. I hope that the creative cats have some fun with it, and I hope there's a drunken wake. I hope someone who isn't related to me cries, I really do.