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I’m being morbid here. Literally. Had the talk with the wife and kids. I expressed my preference to be cremated as opposed to buried. I don’t need the real estate purchase. I don’t need to be kept Mint in Box. I don’t need people coming to visit me and looking at a cement header card with my highlights on it. I don’t need a thousand dollar urn or a mausoleum drawer. Put me in a few dozen little vials. Drop off one tiny vial in the ocean. One on a mountain. One in Disney somewhere. Leave me all over. If you’re going someplace cool, take me along and leave me there as a reminder. Save one if we make it to Mars. A great grandkid can drop me off there. I don’t need much.
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Cremation is my intention as well. Practical disposal.WANTED: Dick Grayson SI trousers; gray AJ Mustang horse; vintage RC Batman (Bruce Wayne) head; minty Wolfman tights; mint Black Knight sword; minty Launcelot boots; Lion Rock (pale) Dracula & Mummy heads; Lion Rock Franky squared boots; Wayne Foundation blue furniture; Flash Gordon/Ming (10") unbroken holsters; CHiPs gloved arms; POTA T2 tan body; CTVT/vintage Friar Tuck robes, BBP TZ Burgess Meredith glasses. -
Just let me rot out in the woods somewhere...Comment
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Doing that too. Had a family friend who was a gun guy. His ashes were put into bullets, and his wife and son fired him at the gun range.Comment
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I remember Hunter S Thompson had some of his cremains fired from a cannonComment
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I am going to be chronologically frozen with instructions to be thawed out in 2266, I want to see with my own eyes if Roddenberry was right? hopefully I’ll be able to fit my Star Trek megos in the freeze chamber with me, boy what a story I will have to tell.Comment
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