When I die, I don’t want to be cremated. I want to be buried in the ground so that my body can rot away and one day archaeologists can dig me up.
If people still did it, I’d love to be mummified.
I imagine that costs a crap-ton of money.
However! I still want my family to get an urn in remembrance of me. Urns are cool. They can be pretty.
I want them to keep skittles in my urn and freak people out.
They’ll be thinking “Taste the rainbow”
Guests be thinking “Holy cannibalism batman, they’re tasting their grandma.”
It’s gonna be great. I’ll laugh from heaven at the horrified face of my great-granddaughters boyfriend when she hands him a handful of skittles from the urn and whispers seductively “Taste the rainbow”
These are my long term plans.