Wednesday, April 06, 2005

No, really, I'm on the list

I want to remind you all that you should invite me to your next party. I'm an asset to any social occasion. I have impeccable manners and I'm willing to help with anything you need but most of all it's for my sparkling conversation. No matter the company, no matter the occasion I can introduce a topic that will have everyone included and bubbling with excitement. Your party will be the talk of the town for seasons afterwards.

One of my favorite informal polls when the conversation runs down is, "What do you want done with your remains when you die?"

No, I'm not kidding.

Well, I think you're a little cracked yourself.

Jeez! Some people.

I've had plenty of interesting answers, actually, and a lot of tangential conversations. Did you know that you can get paid to die? If you give your body to science, I think they give you a few hundred bucks. What book would you want to be cremated with? I've also been charged with convincing the nice people at Ziploc to make a full size body bag for someone who sang too many verses of "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out" as a child.

It's been fun and I thought everyone I knew was pretty creative until I read this.

No fear, no loathing, just love. Thank you Mr. Thompson and godspeed.


  1. Anonymous4:35 PM

    #1 - I feel bested, and am in awe of his vision, and have to totally re-work my current plan for my post-breathing stage of existence

    #2 - I see a whole new form of legal documnet in our future - living wills and health care proxies are for people with a lack of true vision. I want a legaly binding document solely devoted to the care and feeding of my remains.

    #3 - you may be off the hook. I think I want Johnny Depp in charge of my remains. I like the idea of sketches.
    - pony express

  2. Anonymous6:20 PM

    The problem with reading your blog months after the fact is that the link brings you to the Denver Post but not to the article intended, so I'm left to wonder...

    Unfortunately it's illegal in NY to have your loved ones dispose of your remains - it has to be done by a funeral home. So I guess I'll just be cremated. Unless the mystery article has any more creative suggestions for me. :-)

  3. Dear As yet un-properly-renamed-pseudonomynous-woman,

    This led to an article about the last hurrah of Hunter S. Thompson. Johnny Depp was apparently instrumental in carrying out HST's last requests. He wanted to be blown up. So they built a cannon that would fire his ashes into the night sky and designed a whole event around it with lots of things blowing up, because that's what Mr. Thompson liked - big busted woman and stuff that blew up. It sounded like a riot!

    Also, I have so many creative suggestions for you. I'll have to do a post for it. I was just talking about it at dinner tonight with my friend Helen. How would you like to be made into an artificial coral reef? I'll work on that post.