When I die, I want to be cremated. I want none of that bury my body intact nonsense; char me to a crisp. I’d rather be ashes than worm food, pumped full of formaldehyde and stuffed in a box. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Send my soul to heaven and my body to the four winds to be inhaled by a thousand living or drank by a
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