I was just posting on a MacRumors forum about what I would want on my tombstone (the brick, not the pizza) when I died, and it got me to thinking.  (Yes, we geeks talk about all sorts of fun and uplifting things.)

Strange though it may be, some people actually enjoy wandering through graveyards (I like that word better than cemetery) and mausoleums and reading the epitaphs. My parents go to cemeteries everywhere they travel, and far be it for me to want to deny such an enlightening and useful pleasure to them.  (just kidding around Mom and Dad!)  Also, there are many other living people who want to have a specific location to “visit” the resting places of their dearly departed. Because of all this, I would prefer that, if I were to be cremated, which I won’t be.  (Or, if I am, I won’t know about it, which is fine too.), I would not want my ashes on anyone’s mantle (kind of gross) or scattered or anything like that. I don’t really care where I’m planted, and I don’t even care about a casket or a vault – dust to dust and all that. For health reasons (of the living), however, these are necessary.

Now, I’ve never really been big on words (but that seems to be changing lately), so I would prefer to just have the dates of my birth and death, my name I guess, although I think “Red” would be better, and it would be nice to have Excalibur stuck somewhere in it too.

One person said that he was going to donate his body to the Bodyworks exhibit, which I had not thought of before.  Being stuffed or mummified might be fun, live on in a pyramid or something.  I have always wanted to live in a mansion.  (Of course, God promises me one of those, so that will happen for sure.)  I have considered the options of donating my body to science and/or organ donation, but I don’t think my parents would like that. I’ll wait until I bury them before I decide with any finality.

This has been fun.