When I die...
I have always said I dont want to lie in the cold cold ground, nor be eaten by the ugly worms nor rot. So, I have now decided that I will donate all my organs and then the real thing will begin.
You know the stuffed and stiffed animals in museums, right? They dry them into some funky position and leave them for the show. If they can do it with animals, they certainly can do it to my carcass.
I want to be dried, filled up with sawdust, knitted up and be fixed into a sitting position. They can put marbles inside my eyes :). Of course, Ill have to emotionally blackmail my siblings... as I lay dying, Ill make them promise they will keep my stuffed carcass sitting in their livingroom's couch, one year with each sibling. And my little nephews will have to kiss good old auntie's carcass goodnite every nite. And when they invite their little friends over, they will have to kiss the aunt too.
They'll have to clean me with a feather duster every once in a while... and when the cats scratch my arms and legs with their nails, theyll have to stuff me up again and sew me. I know that eventually there will be lots of trouble... like... my sibling's husband and wife will tell them they are sick of having the carcass in their living rooms. My bro and sis will start fighting with each other and say its the other's turn to keep me. Their kids will grow up traumatized.
And.... I will end up in an attic. Humidity will rot my dry skin and rats and moths will have their bloody nests inside my body (AND I HATE BUTTERFLIES SOOOO MUCH!). My sister will move to another place and she will forget me there. :( . Then, when the new family arrives, they will find me there and throw me into the trashcan. <-----------This last part was courtesy of inaquietfly
But, until that happens, I will be seen by my nephews and by everyone and they will keep me in their mem'ries for a long while :)
And since I love post-mortem pics, I want mine to be taken. I will be wearing a black dress :)