Writer's Block: R.I.P
I am an organ donor, and because I have perfect vision and a rare(ish) blood type, I fully expect my body to be plundered for the riches of tissue it holds. Which, you know, I'm pretty okay with since I won't need it any more. Once my body cavities have been mined for organ gold, they can cremate me. If my kids want to keep me on their mantle or turn me into a diamond or something, that's fine, but I'd rather be thrown into the sea or dumped around a tree in the woods.