Oct 30, 2004
I Want the Bugs to Eat Me
I drove by a graveyard on my way out of Boston today, and it started me thinking about human burial rituals, and what they meant to me. I’ve always said that I want my body donated to science after I die, but I would consider other options.
I really like the idea that after we die, our energy and body matter are recycled and become part of nature. If I was going to be buried, I would want my body to decompose and become one with the soil, not rot in isolation in a sealed casket. The idea is almost perverse. It seems selfish, like holding yourself back from the universe, clinging to the idea that you are far above the rest of the matter in existance. I would feel so lonely if I was buried in a fancy casket lined with silk and designed to keep out everything except the same dead air I was buried in. I don’t understand why people wouldn’t want to be buried right in the ground, to become a part of life again.
This is a strange thing to write about on my eighteenth birthday.
K D at 10:39 PM on 11/1/04
I concur.