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Ooooh, I love these morbid questions.
First, I'm donating all my organs to those in need.
Second, the rest of me can be donated to science and experimented on 'till the cows come home.
Third, I'd want to be cremated and have my ashes scatted over the Mediterranean. If I'm lucky enough to have people who will remember me I'd like to have a memorial plaque written somewhere that they could visit... or the place where my ashes are scattered, either way, whatever will bring them the most comfort.

I do not want to be buried in a cemetery, it's not the most ecological option and I'd rather be fish food than worm food.

Date: 2009-01-31 09:07 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] danamaree.livejournal.com
Thinking about what happens after I die, it's something I actively try not to think about.

But, something cool, I read that Gene and Majel Rodenberry's ashes were sent out into space.

And, there is this lady in Melbourne who makes jewelery out of the pieces of people's deceased pets, like, little cat ear pendents and paws for necklaces and such, and I know it's sounds terrible, but the jewelery is lovely.

Date: 2009-01-31 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
I don't think anything happens after you die... kind of why I'm not too concerned about the after life. For me it's more about the fact that people are gone and you there's really nothing you can do to contact them again.
Life is temporary and very mutable. And in the grand scheme of things not that significant, but I worry about what loss can do to people, because what we are to each other, right now, is far more significant than what may or may not happen after one dies.
So what's the point of worrying about that?

Dude, dead pet jewellery. Eeeep!

Date: 2009-01-31 09:32 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] danamaree.livejournal.com
I don't think anything happens after you die.

Well, I was thinking about what is going to happen to my body, that I actively avoid thinking about.

But as for what comes after, I'm 50/50 on that, only because my Aunt had a house with ghosts and I heard it a few times. So, I know Ghosts do exist. The question is, where do Ghosts come from?

Date: 2009-01-31 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
Oh, haha!
Well, once you're dead, you wouldn't really care what happens to your body, would you. The arrangements I talk about in my post are for the benefit of others mostly.

Hmmm, Ghosts and spirits are interesting. Are we sure that Ghosts used to be actual people? Or are they just imprints of people who used to be alive?
One day science will catch up with human perception and we'll be able to know this sort of thing "for sure" :)

Date: 2009-01-31 09:43 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] danamaree.livejournal.com
Well, some of the Ghostly activity in my Aunt's place could have been echoes, but then sometimes the Ghost seemed to have some type of autonomy, and a quirky sense of humour, or maybe we were projecting.

It used to talk to my Aunt when she folded the clothes in the room which we all really avoided, the room used to get really cold very fast. I only heard whispers, but after it addressed her, she wouldn't tell us what she said*, (us being children). She refused to go into that bedroom anymore, and the door was locked.

It also liked to knock on doors, move things around and now and again knock things off the living room cabinet. And their cat refused to go inside the house, was fine under the house and in their neighbour's house, but would not to into that house.

*The ghost was a she, at least the voices were.
Edited Date: 2009-01-31 09:44 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-01-31 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lilacsigil.livejournal.com
I'm signed up as an organ donor. Unfortunately, in Australia, the family of the potential organ donor can still veto the donation, so I've made sure that everyone knows what I want! Of course, I had cancer, so I don't know what they can use, but at least my corneas should be okay?

Date: 2009-01-31 10:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cbr-paul.livejournal.com
I think it's the same in the UK: I'm an organ donor but next of kin can still overrule it, which seems a little pointless.

Date: 2009-01-31 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
I'm also signed up as a donor.
I understand that if you can't be an organ donor you can always sign away your body for science... which will also save and improve lives, no?

I think kin can always veto the donation, it's an issue, but once you are dead you can't really argue with your families pointless clinging to material remains, can you.

Date: 2009-01-31 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lilacsigil.livejournal.com
I would be very angry if I offered to donate organs and then it got overruled, but it's too late to argue, then! That's why I think it should be "sign up, can't be overruled" so that the family doesn't even have to think about the issue at a time like that.

Date: 2009-01-31 10:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cbr-paul.livejournal.com
If you willingly leave your body to a necropheliac, does that count as consent? If so, is it then a crime...?

Date: 2009-01-31 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
What an odd question, but still I'll try to answer.

I think necrophelia is a fetish, no? Sexual attraction and arousal towards inanimate objects?
I don't think it's so much a crime as it is a taboo. I've never heard of a case brought to court regarding necro'. Wouldn't it be vandalism?
I think it would.

Date: 2009-01-31 10:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cbr-paul.livejournal.com
Haha, vandalism!
On a similar note, could it be willed to a retaurant...?

Date: 2009-01-31 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mao4269.livejournal.com
If it could be, I'm almost sure that the restaurant would risk losing it's license for violating the health codes if it tried to use the body...

Date: 2009-02-02 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitter-moss.livejournal.com
I think so long as there's consent by the body in question there is no reason why it shouldn't be ok!

Date: 2009-02-02 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitter-moss.livejournal.com
Hmm we want very similar things done to our bodies. I'd like to have coins placed over my eyes to pay the ferryman - even though i don't believe in any such thing. Not sure i want my body experimented on, i know i shouldn't be so attached to it, and i am an organ donor, but really it's all i've got, and i like to think of it getting treated with respect & cremated. Though i suppose donating it to science would prolly help lessen animal testing, so perhaps i will.

I think with the green funerals you can get nowadays a cemetery funeral is more green than cremation, but i am really attached to the burning idea and i want my ashes scattered into the sea (at the beach in NZ which i love, the one i grew up near, with Rangitoto in view. It's actually a bit like the family plot as far as those of us getting cremated are concerned ;P)

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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