We are all going to die

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Mad Doug Biker

Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
Location
Craggy Island
Re title - nothing is more certain. And when it does inevitably happen, I have no desire to be put in a hole in the ground. Burning for me.
Spoil Sport - If there is a Zombie Apocalypse, I wanna be part of it, so bury me!! 🤣
It'll probably be my high cholesterol that gets me, so when I go im being hung up for the budgies to peck on.
My Dad has always told us to leave him on the Garage roof so that the birds can peck at his carcass!

Sadly, I doubt the neighbours would be so impressed... :whistle:
 

Dogtrousers

Lefty tighty. Get it righty.
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out
Your brains come tumbling down your snout
Be merry my friends
Be merry
 

Fastpedaller

Über Member
I told my kids to either chuck me in a hole at the bottom of the garden and let nature do its thing or I'd leave my body to the medical profession for training. They're all mortified, I did point out there both low cost or zero cost options and it means they get more inheritance, there reply was the government would only rob it.

It is possible to be buried in your own garden if certain criteria (first one being dead, I guess :rolleyes: ), locality of watercourses etc are met.
It could make it difficult if the relatives ever want to sell?
 

classic33

Leg End Member
It is possible to be buried in your own garden if certain criteria (first one being dead, I guess :rolleyes: ), locality of watercourses etc are met.
It could make it difficult if the relatives ever want to sell?
You just make certain you get the fact there's somebody buried down the back garden clearly mentioned in the sales literature.
 

classic33

Leg End Member
That would p!ss off your relatives trying to get a quick sale of the property you left them.🤣🤣🤣🤣
It'd be their problem, not yours though.
 
I worked in plastics and electronics for most of my career and so have been exposed to a whole cocktail of chemicals made out of huge and complicated molecules and / or heavy metals. I may die of some weird industrial disease well before my time but my body likely has a half life of only slightly less than that of the metal blob that lives under Chernobyl.

it’ll outlive cockroaches.
 

Ian H

Ancient randonneur
I buried an opossum which I found dead in my back garden a couple of days ago and I did what I always do, I buried it in a shallow grave. I checked on it today and the grave was heaving with maggots. This of course is natural and part of life cycles.
But, if we as humans want to be buried whole, we can expect that in a couple of days in the ground our bodies will also become a feast for the maggots and our once lovely bodies will be heaving with them - out the eyes and mouth and then the skin. No matter we were buried in a box - a coffin is no problem for the maggots.
The only way to deprive the maggots of feasting on your body is to be cremated. Happy thought.

In mausoleums for the rich and famous, double lead-lined coffins were used "to stop the bodily fluids leaking out", as I was told on a guided tour of the Kensal Green one. That might allow the maggots down as well.
 

Alex321

Guru
Location
South Wales


We (the regiment I'm a member of in the Sealed Knot) sing a version of it with a lot more words than that, but to a similar tune.

THE WORM SONG
If you ever see a hearse go by, Remember the day that you must die
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

They wrap you up in a clean white shirt, Then they cover you up with dirt
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

You been in the ground for less than a week And then your coffin begins to leak
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out, They crawl in thin and they crawl out stout
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

There’s one little worm that’s not so shy Crawls in through your ear and out through your eye
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

Your eyes fall in and your teeth out, Your brains come dribbling down your snout
Oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?

And it’s oh, oh, oh, oh, where will you be in a hundred years from now?
DEAD!
 
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