What to Do With My Dead Body?

It is quite the conundrum

It is a weird thing to say but never in my long life have I ever attended a funeral. Perhaps it was by fortuitous circumstances that I was never able to attend one. I have seen funerals depicted in movies and on TV and they just seem so disgusting to me. Why would anyone want such a morose event to occur in response to their kicking of the old bucket? Is it by decree of ego?

But once the body has ceased functioning the ego is gone along with it. Once the bucket has been kicked there is no longer any ego to be assuaged. Funerals are a celebration of an ego that no longer exists.

So I have put it in my will that there is not to be any funeral when I kick the bucket. No funeral, no wake, no memorial, no party, and no obituary. An obituary, after all, is an invasion of one’s privacy, right? And I’m a firm believer in our God-given right to privacy. We should be able to die in private.

That leaves us with the problem of what to do with our discarded bodies. Our bodies are NOT who we are. They are merely vehicles we temporarily inhabit in order to navigate this seemingly physical reality. When we exit the body that body should return to the Earth from which it came. That is what I firmly believe anyway.