after life

how i might die terrifies me, but what's worse is imagining my body slowly rotting, helplessly just succumbing to the elements, turning to slime over time. when discussing it with a friend recently, i became so alarmed at the thought that i might NOT be cremated that i practically wanted to throw myself on a pyre on the spot. please cremate me (after i'm good and dead).

it's not that i mind the idea of being dead... i just don't like the idea of rotting.

i think i'll research which is better for the environment, just for kicks.

photo credit: maria moyser