When I die
I wish to be
recycled
Cut up into pieces
of useful and useless
parts
and distributed
where I'm needed
most
To serve the world
one
final
time
When I die
I don't want a coffin
Or to be dressed up and posed
as if I am sleeping
For we all know I am not sleeping
I do not want to be burned
Or preserved by chemicals that only
delay
the inevitable
I want to be a part of nature's
cycle
To be eaten by my arthropod friends
and torn apart by wild things and scavengers
To assist proudly in medicine, science, and nutrition
for all the world's species
When I die
Do not bury my body
For I no longer inhabit it
Cast that rotting sack of flesh aside
and use it for good
When I die
do not mourn me
Do not say
"rest in peace"
for I am not resting
Do not say
"gone but not forgotten"
For I am not gone, and will soon be forgotten here
When I die
Celebrate all of the memories
The good and the bad
Tell all my secrets
Read all my poems and letters
Perhaps you will finally understand me
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
When I die
I wish to be
recycled
Cut up into pieces
of useful and useless
parts
and distributed
where I'm needed
most
To serve the world
one
final
time
When I die
I don't want a coffin
Or to be dressed up and posed
as if I am sleeping
For we all know I am not sleeping
I do not want to be burned
Or preserved by chemicals that only
delay
the inevitable
I want to be a part of nature's
cycle
To be eaten by my arthropod friends
and torn apart by wild things and scavengers
To assist proudly in medicine, science, and nutrition
for all the world's species
When I die
Do not bury my body
For I no longer inhabit it
Cast that rotting sack of flesh aside
and use it for good
When I die
do not mourn me
Do not say
"rest in peace"
for I am not resting
Do not say
"gone but not forgotten"
For I am not gone, and will soon be forgotten here
When I die
Celebrate all of the memories
The good and the bad
Tell all my secrets
Read all my poems and letters
Perhaps you will finally understand me
I've always found funerals and cemetaries beautiful, but a bit silly. After all, we all have the same fate: the beautiful process of decomposition
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