Directed to this article on a process developed in Sweden called promession by BoingBoing.
Can I add things to my will through my blog? Will it be enforced? I hope so. Cause promession it is for my dead body. I’m not one for believing that a human body should be preserved in any manner after death. It’s not natural. We need to let go. Sure, plant a tree, make a shrine, leave flowers, paint a picture with ashes. All these little symbolisms are great and they can help us remember a loved one. But the body can go. I don’t want to occupy space after I die. I don’t want a “plot”. A 2′x4′ piece of rented space in the world saying here this is me and I’m not here anymore but you still have to deal with me taking up your space.
Otherwise I’m having an unpalatable day. I am feeling a little hungover and I was disappointed in the show last night. The band, Nada Surf, seemed to have some good tunes. Then Andrew pointed out that he couldn’t handle a white guy with dreads and the way he played his bass and smoked and let smoke swirl around him was akin to Slash and Andrew hates Slash. I agreed. Then it was all I could see and other than that they didn’t do anything interesting. They didn’t play the one song that would redeem it all (unless they did …we left before the end) and I couldn’t pay attention at all. I was there but just not with the music. So of course I started thinking way too much. I’m reminded of my thinking by the part of my headache that is not alcohol induced and by scribblings in my day planner on the bus ride home. I was lucky that my laptop was kept in the lab last night - if it had been at home there would have been a number of drunken emails sent. The remnants of whatever I was thinking are probably still with me today and that’s why I feel like I have this bad taste in my head. Those same thoughts are swimming around but I’m not in the same state of mind thus I cannot accept them.
I’m sure I’ll be better tomorrow. Remember…if I die…freeze-drying.
PS. OK so I did a spell check (I know, it’s not very spontaneous but common I have cotton head right now) and “blog” is not in Blogger’s dictionary.