04-10-2007, 10:24 PM
Buried in the ground. **Shudder**
I just can't go for that.
Personally, I want to be laid out in a Viking longboat, hauled out to international waters where there are no laws against this sort of thing, doused in oil, and the whole damn boat set ablaze. And I'd probably want a few minor things hauled out to sea with me. I know I can't take them with me, but I don't want a few treasured trinkets being in anybody elses hands but my own.
Being buried in the earth aint natural. Really... After you die, you're trash. Waste. Something that rots and gets all maggoty. I don't know about you folks, but I certainly don't want to be all wormy and maggoty. You burn trash. You dispose of it. Have you ever been present when they have to dig a body back out of the earth after it has been buried? Do the words "hot dog in a microwave" mean anything to anybody? Your eyeballs burst and the jelly oozes everywhere before it dries up. Your guts burst and your meaty remains stain and cling to the velvet or the satin lining the top of your coffin. All your juices come oozing out your ass and you stew in your own filth lying there in that little box.
Ugh.
Somebody give me some dignity when I die, make sure I am burned to cinders.
I just can't go for that.
Personally, I want to be laid out in a Viking longboat, hauled out to international waters where there are no laws against this sort of thing, doused in oil, and the whole damn boat set ablaze. And I'd probably want a few minor things hauled out to sea with me. I know I can't take them with me, but I don't want a few treasured trinkets being in anybody elses hands but my own.
Being buried in the earth aint natural. Really... After you die, you're trash. Waste. Something that rots and gets all maggoty. I don't know about you folks, but I certainly don't want to be all wormy and maggoty. You burn trash. You dispose of it. Have you ever been present when they have to dig a body back out of the earth after it has been buried? Do the words "hot dog in a microwave" mean anything to anybody? Your eyeballs burst and the jelly oozes everywhere before it dries up. Your guts burst and your meaty remains stain and cling to the velvet or the satin lining the top of your coffin. All your juices come oozing out your ass and you stew in your own filth lying there in that little box.
Ugh.
Somebody give me some dignity when I die, make sure I am burned to cinders.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."