How do you wanna be buried?

A good friend of mine got killed dragging his car on the street " back in the day" and they burried him in his work clothes with the shifter handle from the car in one hand and a 9/16 th open end in the other and smeared grease on his hands . As the funeral passed his house on the way to the cemetary they stopped and let all the cars do little burn outs in front of his house . He would have loved it. Miss ya Frank,

 

Part me out [organ donor] and haul the shell to the crematatory. Smoke me and send the little box to Oregon where someone can drive my ass up the Rowena loops and cast the ashes to the wind that blows up the Columbia river gorge, 'zactly like I did with my dad's remains... THEN....I'll have peace.

 

At sea.

 

Cremate my ass (the rest too) and sprinkle me in a junk yard so I can rest comfortably for eternity.

 

I don't really care as long as I'm not embalmed. Ughhhhh. I've only ever been to one funeral "visitation" in my life and I hope I never have to go to one again.

 

4t64rd,
That's one of the funniest things I've read here yet.
After reading some of the suggestions here, I think I'll alter my plans.
The burnout in front of the house idea is great. That would really get under the skin of most of my neighbors (I live in a quiet suburban hood).
I also like the idea of throwing my casket in the back of my '54 Chevy truck and parading to the where ever.
And afterwards, of course one big cookout at my old place.
Remember, you're all invited and expected to show.
Just to show off the neighbors if nothing else...
r

 

Machino's -Just one ? must be fairly young , one thing is just as certain as death you will be at more,sad, but the last act of life is death for all of us,They can be heart rending affairs , but w a little forthought *(read this post again ) it can be lightened up a bit,BTW, I'm in Foley MN, I did forget the beer bash part, after toasting me to a fine white powder, and putting a "line or two" of me on the toilet tanks at my old hang out biker bar -BUBBA'S-(where my old ,ahem, customers n biker wanna be's hang now) and walk out, I want a beer bash for my freinds n family , you remember em, the drink ,fall down,puker kind.LOUD rock n roll -Dick Dale/Zep/Nugent/vince gill -go tell it on a mountain/ lynryd shyryd-Willie Nelson -low flyin angel(to close to the ground)+ending w "the Dance"

 

VonTingler,

Where was that cemetery? I was on a cemetery project here in Delaware, and we found every single thing you mentioned. I worked there for nine months, and saw more nasty stuff than anyone should ever see.

Worst fuckin job I ever had.

Definitely cremate me. I don't want any possibility of being dug up 150 years later by a bunch of drunk/stoned shovelbums.

 

I wanta be buried between some old ladies legs....

 

4t64rd, that's one of the funniest things I've ever read.

I was thinking about having my body dumped from an overpass onto i-4 during rush hour traffic. I may not amount to much in life but maybe in death I can create a traffic jam.
Junkyard dog that's a good idea about bringing the swazi gas pedal too. I don't know why I even said about taking the Koran, because I can't even read it, but who reads when they're dead? I still know some of Koranic prayers as I do Christian ones. I was extremely fond of the theology class we had in high school, one of my favorites actually.
It's just that I have this feeling that there's something beyond this. It's probably based on what I was taught and also based on the idea that I want to see my loved ones again.


Life was so much easier when I was a hardcore atheist.

Hey RumblerRock, that funeral sounded like a blast.

And yeah I gotta agree having seen one viewing my whole life, ain't no way I wanna be embalmed.

 

Don't waste any real estate on my corpse. Cremate me and drop me in the ocean off of Light House Point in Santa Cruz while playing Link Wray's "Jack the Ripper" very loudly.

 

I can relate to that, Mike.

Only I want the lighthouse to be Tonjer, just outside Haugesund on a particular stormy day in the late fall, so I have the chance to pull a "Big Lebowsky" on my friends, -one last hug sorta...
Plus I want the sounds to be Fender Four's "Margaia"..

 

Cremate me and then put my ashes in what ever is my favorite car at the time and give it to some young Hot Rodder who's worthy of it.

 

Cremate me, put me in a urn, pinstrip it and auction it off on the board! Let the winner decide what to do with it.
Hell pour me in a litter box what do I care I'm dead.

Cremation is the way to go. You have to do something (legal) with the body so make it cheap.

 

don't have to worry about it

all my organs are pickled from whiskey and yeagermeister, so i'm pretty sure i'm gonna live forever

 

Funerals are for the living. A friend of mine says that in his family, all you need for a wedding (besides a bride) are a pig, a keg, and a field. That should apply to funerals, too. I want a big-ass kegger in a field, with lots of Irish drinking songs.

No stone, no marker, no grave . . . cremate me and put my ashes in a cardboard Chinese takeout container. Anyone who comes up with a creative way to dispose of them can take a coffee-scoop of ashes in a Zip-loc bag and do with them as they see fit.

Hoping that someone has the sense to mix some of me with the oil they use to make the big black line at Bonneville, though. That'd be cool.

later,
Steve.

 

prop me up in the corner give me some shades and a beer. and watch all my drunk friend try and talk to me..

I am thinking corn field and a large catapult. let the birds eat me.

 

probably in something like this-

 

This post brings to mind events of last summer (2002) "Ol' Dad" Gray Baskerville's ashes being spread to the winds at Bonneville from the parachute of Al Teague's 'liner.

 

Cremate me and pour me into a case of Quaker State & put me in the ground. My wife says she is going to throw my body in my old 55 Chevy and bury the both of us. After I told her what she could sell the car for she realized that the case of oil would be cheaper.

Happy Trails,

Mick

 

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I can relate to that, Mike.

Only I want the lighthouse to be Tonjer, just outside Haugesund on a particular stormy day in the late fall, so I have the chance to pull a "Big Lebowsky" on my friends, -one last hug sorta...
Plus I want the sounds to be Fender Four's "Margaia"..

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haha, yah big labowsky!!! love that part... you will not only hug them one last time, you will have the opportunity to travel down their entrails and be pooped and pee'd out in the end!!

 

The ultimate send off...

Baskerville's ashes packed into that 'chute and released at Bonneville.

I want to be cremated and dumped in the river where we play on the weekends. Save a bit of me out and dump that in my roadster. That way I can ride with my son as he enjoys the piss out of the thing for years to come.

JH

 

Dead

 

i don't know, but i don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetary

 

Just make sure the American Flag is draped over my coffin
at the funeral, then folded and given to my wife.
I beleive the flag will be provided by the American Legion, as long as I keep up with my dues.

 

Here, let me "Kill" this post. Gomer Pyle was buried face down, so his friends could drop in for a cold one.

 

I told my wife I wanted to be dressed in blue jeans, a denim shirt and whatever workshoes I'm using at the time. A shop rag in the pocket would be a nice touch (just not a clean one). I don't want anyone coming to the funeral and not recognizing me. What ever happens to me after that is up to whoever is in charge at the time, I won't have much to say about it.

Frank

 

Set on a blazin funeral pyre,with someone playing "Amazing
Grace" on bagpipes while "Hare Krisna's" dance around
throwing flower petals on the fire.

 

I don't know about how but I know I want this written on the ornament...

"Yeah he's gone... But he took 2 or 3 a you sons-a-bitches with him!!!"

Oh yeah, it doesn't really matter to me but if my family wants to bury me, I want a Garden Gnome for a headstone...

 

I already died........once ....Heart attack.....

For about 5 minutes..........

Then the ambulance staff got here and got me going again.




The cemetery were my parents have plots (and my mother is buried) had a junk yard accross the highway from it. The cemetery is over 100 years old and was there first. The cemetery bought the junk yard, closed it down and has developed it as Phase II of the cemetery. I bought "choice plots"........right where the engine pile was. Should be a fitting resting place........




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