I don’t have any particularly strong feelings on what happens to my body once I die. After all, I’ll be dead. Donating myself to science is one option. I’d probably make a really memorable dissection for some unsuspectingly med student. Or I could have my ashes scattered in some faraway place (or maybe just onto the street below my window). But then I discovered that it’s possible to have one’s cremated remains pressed into vinyl records with a personalized selection of tracks. Custom artwork is extra, but I’m sure my loved ones would be willing to put up some additional cash to remember me properly. But I’m going to state explicitly that the cover art better not feature anything resembling roses, skulls, or paisley. Tasteful nudity, on the other hand, is perfectly acceptable and tacitly encouraged.
I’d better get to work on my playlist. Hmm, should I start with Blue Oyster Cult’s “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” or Radiohead’s “Creep”?
