First, N explained how I really should care more about beneficiaries and will refinements, because what if I wasn’t happy with what E did with money when I kicked it? I said E would go buy another musical instrument, and that was fine. I know my sweety. She said I wasn’t thinking hard enough, and needed to plan to haunt him and my dad so I could influence the ‘replacement me’ for the band.
Now it’s moved on to discussing burial practices (US funerals/burials often come to $10,000! We bury people in caskets of steel. WTF.) I was totally a fan of natural burial anyway (if you can’t do that, burn me, but seriously? Meat is made to decompose), but this cements it. So I looked it all up (my search history due to work conversations is WEIRD) and it turns out cardboard and wicker are popular for natural burials, and now I care.
BURY ME IN CARDBOARD, JUST LIKE I’VE BURIED THE WEEDS IN MY YARD. MULCH ME GOOD.
If only I’d kept the lawnmower box, I’d already have cardboard I know I can fit in!
We’re very well adjusted at work.
Did you see this: http://www.urbandeathproject.org/
That’s my plan for death, so long as they get and finish it. Just in case I’m not useful enough during my life, I damn well will be afterwards. ;)
