LoneGoose
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None. I'm being cremated.
Yep. Well said.None, I won't be able t use it and it'd be a waste of a good gun. The boys will get all of mine.
Not crazy at all.....Wasn't meant as a personal attack friend.
You wanted opinions, that's mine.
There is something I want done when I'm gone that most others don't want as well, so you're not alone.
I don't want to be cremated or embalmed. I just want to be buried. No vault, no preservation.
I want to simply return to the earth. I want to decay and have flora and fauna dine on me as I have dined on them while I'm alive. It's nature's way, and it's a good way. I simply want to be recycled back into the universe. I can't think of anything more beautiful or poetic than that. And some folks think I'm crazy. And that's okay.
I've looked into how to do this and it is possible to do so legally, but requires very careful planning.
From “Thanatopsis” W.C. Bryant (“Poems” 1821)Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.
Erik M asked:
This has turned out to be a far more philosophical thread than I expected.
Probably not quite mainstream, but I suspect there may be a Valhalla section in Heaven. I'll be issued appropriately. They know I'm coming, I made a reservation.What if you're headed to Valhalla?View attachment 814840