When I’m dead I’ll have no interest in what happens to my body. Pickle it in formaldehyde, feed it to the neighborhood dogs, drop it in a hole in the ground. Whatever is done with my body, I won’t experience it so it matters not a jot.

this is a sort of random way of seeing he’s left his body behind

As for me, whatever those still around want to do with it is up to them, it being on their hands so to speak.

I’ve let them all know what I don’t want done – no satin lined fancy casket, thanks. If it makes them happy to have my bones buried someplace they can visit, I’ll be very surprised.

No burial at sea off of some boat with a silly certificate run off a printer and some smarmy words from someone who was not my friend.

We once lived in a house with redwood trees all along the back – I sort of imagined my ashes scattered there, but it belongs to someone else now.

So whatever happens, happens. You don’t really know how it’s all going to go, no matter what.

Hug

Fifteen years is a very long time. Your Dad might well have changed his mind about his funeral plans and not even thought to tell others. I’m sure he’d not want you to worry about the details of how he’s buried or cremated. His death is a huge shock, hard to face as it is, so try not to worry about the details of his ceremony. Please don’t be clouded over and distracted by the cremation. He’d probably hate to know this upset you and that’d have been the last thing he’d have wanted or have been on his mind.

I was adamant that I always wanted to be buried. My whole life. About a few years ago I became more relaxed about the idea of death, so I figured it didn’t matter if I were to be buried or cremated. After 35 years I suddenly changed my mind.
Maybe he did too, as with age he was more comfortable with the notion of dying, so was more relaxed with what would happen to his body after the event. If you’re more at peace about dying I think you have less phobias or worries about how you are treated once deceased.

I want to be buried naked in the woods without a coffin or embalming. I just want to go back to nature and let the cycle of life continue. This is actually legal in Oregon if done on private property, so I just need to make sure that I own some land before I die.

To be mulched and buried under a yew tree.

So sorry you’re having to deal with this on top of the initial shock and mourning.

I agree with Красивейшая that there are things that could have made him change his mind. People get to thinking about things, and their wishes change. They don’t always talk to others about it until it’s too late.

I would be cremated. I used to think I wanted to be buried, to “give back” to the earth, but the way caskets are made these days, I’d be preserved instead, which I’m not comfortable with. That, and it would seem more economical for my family. So, that’s why I changed my mind, if that helps any.

put in a barrel and let me tumble over Niagara Falls. It probably won’t happen.

I’m sorry that this is a trying time for you. I hope you are happy with the decisions you are making.

It is very well possible that your father changed his mind. In any case the question is if the people who live now are comfortable with whatever happens to his remains.

Me I would like to be cremated. This is because this is how it is usually done in my family. Also I wouldn’t want to burden anyone with paying for my lot in the burial grounds, only to be dug up again by the time the payments stop or they need the space for someone else. Plus the totally nonsensical idea that I don’t want to be locked up in a little box in the dark.

I want to burn! I’m not religious at all and I don’t want to be buried to cemetery. I have worked at cemetery and that was enough, I don’t want to spend my eternity (well at least until I have turned back to earth) there.

When I was younger, I wanted my body donated to science. (Is there anything left to bury when “science” is done with it?)

Lately I’ve been thinking that I’d like to be buried next to my husband, in the vicinity of where my parents will be buried. We’ve been burying for several generations—still lots of land in prairie where I grew up.

Over the years I’m coming around to the idea of being someplace where the survivors can visit, put flowers on the grave and talk of family stories. Anyway that’s what I like to do when going to see my grandparents’ graves, which I have to admit hasn’t been in years :(

The cheaper, the better.

I want my loved ones to remember me the way I was when I was alive, not dead. I’m gone, let me go kinda thing. ;)

if there’s anything worth having after I’m done with it, then the rest is to be cremated and scattered. When a friend of mine died, we got his ashes in a chinese take out box. REALLY! I rather like that idea.

If they can harvest any of my organs, I’m 100% for it.

Then I’d like to become ash.

And be buried under a weeping willow tree.