Technically, mummification is the result of embalming, obviously just not *quite* how its done in modern-day.
I think its neat anyway, not sure yet what I want to happen to my remains.
Although...the idea of being put somewhere that I would eventually sort of fall over and freak someone out who is exploring say, a cave or something, appeals to me.
Oh no no. I want oils massaged into my cold dead body, and wrapped in linens. Feel free to build some sort of oversized monument to stick me inside of. I'm cool with that.
Cremated and spread wherever the people left behind see it fit. A big party afterwards with lots of good and embarrassing stories, great music and plenty of drink.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
And then I'll come back to haunt every mother fuc*er that has ever pissed me off!!
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No way! I would love to be discovered a la King Tut three to four thousand years from now and have my remains toted around the world.
Um, all I need is a sarcophagus and some sweet ass gold jewelry/death masks.
No really, I get what you mean.
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I think its neat anyway, not sure yet what I want to happen to my remains.
Although...the idea of being put somewhere that I would eventually sort of fall over and freak someone out who is exploring say, a cave or something, appeals to me.
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heh
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A big party afterwards with lots of good and embarrassing stories, great music and plenty of drink.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
And then I'll come back to haunt every mother fuc*er that has ever pissed me off!!
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:D
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Do you know something I don't??? (*Looks around, suspiciously*) :D
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