Well that's a cool way to go out. But me? I have other plans. While a lot of people like to get cremated, I want to be smoked. Not smoked as in rolling my ashes up and smoking me, but as in 39 hours in a full hog smoker using cherry or mesquite wood. Then for my wake, people can plate me up with some baked beans, corn on the cob, and some coleslaw.

"We only need 8 ounces to produce all of the LifeGem diamonds on your order"

Oh. So it's bullshiat.

So much for a good idea.

I hope to be frozen in carbonite and thawed out at an Ewok orgy.

I was hoping this would have had something to do with Hunter S. Thompson and the way his ashes were dispersed.

The Hunter S. Thompson thing will happen on August 20 (next Saturday).

/RIP HST

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/RIP HST

The Hubble Space Telescope is dead?!?

Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Dunno about when I go... but you want something cool to do with your gravestone, get something like Edger Allen Poe has... Every year since 1949 (a century after EAP's death) an unidentified man has left 3 roses and a half-bottle of cognac on Poe's grave on his birthday. No one knows who does it.

pretty sweet.

I want my epitaph to read "Help, I'm buried alive!", and I want a mechanical skeletal arm to be at my grave with a motion detector so when small children are nearby the arm will burst out of the ground, traumitising them for live (even better if it can grab their ankle). After all, if I'm not enjoying life (by virtue of being dead), no one else should either.

His death may have been sad but the ash-launching was . They carried out the guy's last wishes and sent him off in style the way he wanted.

For the record, I want my ashes donated to a douche factory.

Just logged in to say that all the people saying that he's an attention whore to the death need to go shoot themselves in the face, right now. Let him go out the way he wants, this wasn't done for attention. God damn, I think about it and see funerals are such a waste of time and so farking sad, it angers me to think that I'd ever end up there in a casket letting all the people that loved me look at me and cry for me, if anything THAT'S attention whoring.

"Do whatever you want, man. I'm dead. I don't care, 'cause I can't. I mean, at least get some use out of my body. You know, give it to a bunch of necrophiliacs or something. Go and let 'em have a big old circle jerk around me. I don't give a shiat, I'm not going to take it personally, I'm not going to be offended. Just sit there and have a big old party. fark me in the ass, fark me in the mouth, fark me in the earhole, the eyehole, make a new hole, fark me there!"

-David Cross