I’ve noticed that there hasn’t been a lot of talk of after the suicide sort of thing. I mean, I see why one might not care. But personally I want to make sure that I am not buried. I want to be cremated and have my ashes put in the ocean. Seems silly I know. But does anyone else find this important? Or just me?
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It’s easy. Pay a visit to your local mortuary. You can pre-pay cremation costs, and also make arrangements to have your cremains scattered at sea. Roughly $1200 in California.
i can’t stop thinking about burials, personally i think its more respectful and….dramatic (lol) to be buried, however id like to be buried with my knife so if i wake up in my coffin…. stab stab stabbity stab stab
@lucy4 Thanks! I wasn’t aware that could be arranged ahead of time.
LOLfailz, I do agree with you that a burial would be more dramatic, and aesthetic probably. However, personally, I do not like the thought of decomposing. And I know this will sound stupid, but of my body being trapped essentially in one place. That’s how I feel all the time. In death .at least, my body should be free to go wherever the tide takes it.
Burials are a waste of real estate. Cremation is a better way to go cause you don’t waste space. There’s something nice about Fire….burning every last shred of existence into nothingness. If you’re OK with dying, think of your body as being as disposable as a diaper. It’s meant to get dumped.
lol as logical and practical as i am, i don’t think i can match you. i still need to hang onto my silly little philosophies even though I know that once I’m dead it makes no difference what happens to my body. Hell no, i’m not real ok with dying. No one is. But i’m not ok with suffering everyday either. And i’m certainly not ok with not being able to choose when i go. Or how I go. Best of a bad situation buddy.
@ misanthropy; dying is as natural as breathing, eating, sleeping, etc., Everybody dies. The moment that you’re born, you begin dying. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not, eventually we all perish. Why cling to superstitions? Accept that inevitably the story will end exactly how we all knew it would….
I completely agree with you. What you have to understand is that I was very religious my entire life until just recently and am still coming to terms with the fact that I believe there is no after life, just nothingness. It is still a bit of a mind fuck for me because it is such a new concept.
missanthropy, i never actually thought about burial like that but good point decomposing is a nasty process
Maybe the secret to life is just being a decent person while you’re here. Treat others the way you would want to be treated. Maybe then others wouldn’t want to leave. If we all adopted this attitude, would anybody want to die?
Btw why are you here lucy4? Strangely, I’ve been in agreement, from a logical stand point at least, with everything you’ve said. But I obviously don’t emotionally agree with your last statement. And I feel that you don’t either, or you wouldn’t be on this site…..just curious.
Long story misanthropy. I won’t bore you with details. We all have our own cross to bear.
As you wish.
No offense. Ambivalence. One foot on the gas, one on the brakes.
none taken. lol and you keep spelling my name wrong. which i just take to mean that you are familiar with the definition of the word.
Misanthrope= a person who hates or despises all people. (Which of course means you’re OK). It reminds me of a Bad Religion song….
lolol you’re alright 🙂
Yeah, I just found out your birthday is coming up. We’re gonna race kid. Get your bike tuned up. It’s on. Yeah, be afraid….be very afraid….we’re going around the track a couple of times….:)
You will probably go back on forth on the God and afterlife matter several times in your life. Cremation and scattering, for me, means leaving no attachment to this life or planet Earth. If there is reincarnation, I would be free to embody elsewhere in my next life.
Burial also takes up space. Yet, at times I romanticize my birth family and think I should be buried next to them.
So “yes”, such thoughts are natural, although I had none of them, cared about nothing but dying when I tried to kill myself. But I failed and had to go on living. And I did, and it’s gotten better.