If arranged it so when I die, my body is literally planted underneath a sapling or seed, and a large tree grew & survived because of the nutrients my body supplied, would I theoretically continue to live on in some “form” forever, just as part of a tree?

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[–][deleted] 2 insightful - 2 fun2 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 2 fun -  (3 children)

I’d be interested in receiving the honorable donation of your skeleton (you know id appreciate and take good care of you, no weird stuff, mockery, playing with OR even dirt, that’s right buddy you’re getting a glass case, maybe I’ll embed it in my future dining room walls?)!

So you down?

[–]JasonCarswellMental Orgy 1 insightful - 2 fun1 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 2 fun -  (2 children)

You can have it. I won't be needing it. I don't care about weird stuff, mockery, or whatever. I'll be past all that.

I think bones are neat, not to be feared or grim. Everything dies and has remains. Might as well make use of them, whether you consider them a curiosity or make my skull an ashtray or grind me up as an aphrodisiac.

You might need to get a license.

[–][deleted] 2 insightful - 2 fun2 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 2 fun -  (1 child)

How about I get the license, I find some streaming service that will allow us (you) on it, and I create the world’s first 24/7, 365 “Memento Mori” stream™ dedicated to you and remembering your existence, and it will also serve as a reminder that we will all return to the ground one day, so we should enjoy the time we have remaining? Bring back the old tradition, just digitally? And we can make all/any donations go to a charity of your choice!

This joke is getting really morbid.

[–]JasonCarswellMental Orgy 1 insightful - 2 fun1 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

I'm not joking.

I don't need a memorial or people to remember me. I might hope that if I can get my shit together and finish my story, then people might take note of that - but that's it.

My bones are my bones. They aren't me or my personality or ideas.