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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
You know what's amazing? All these people who are afraid to donate organs. there's this bizarre urban myth going around that if you're a donee, the EMTs will let you die rather than resucitate you. Unbelievable. I've actually argued with my mother about this. Its outrageously selfish NOT to be an organ donor, apart from being logically indefensible. If I were God, I'd never let non-donees into heaven.
S(and this might be the one point on which I can unequivocally say I'm not mainly, but ENTIRELY correct - get yourself listed as a donor)D
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Concur 100%. I also think that eligibility for receiving organ transplants should be made conditional upon having previously demonstrated a willingness to donate your own by signing the back of your fucking drivers license.
On funerals, I rather fancy a couple of options, which may be taken in various comibinations, and which have been expressed to the Mr.:
1. Really formal funeral, strict 1662 Book of Common Prayer. None of that having random people "share" crap - it always comes off as sloppy and undignified, and anyway that's what the wake or reception is for. Let people get through the ceremonial parts before that shit. Then: big-ass reception. Huge amounts of alcohol. Serious big time partying.
2. Get cremated and spend several generations sitting on my descendants' fireplace mantles. Eventually the servants will mistake me for an ashtray and dump me out, or the cat will knock me over, or something but in the meantime I like the idea of sitting there for decades and freaking people out. [Incidental aside - I formed this idea the first time I took a cremated body through airport security in my carry on. I called the security guy's bluff when he asked if the urn opened for investigation, and he totally chickened out. Pretty damn funny.]
3. After I get burried, have my friends throw a cocktail party in the grave-yard. I want waiters wandering about with martinis, and there is a pretty decent low crypt near my family plot where one could lay out some finger food. This must happen long enough after burrial for the sod to have been relaid - I don't want people ruining their shoes in the mud, after all.
BR(the Mr. wants a state funeral - I told him he's sort of on his own in securing that)C
edited because I forgot that wakes come first
