Scott Hough

I was walking by a cemetery today on the way home from work. It got me thinking. I now know what I want when I die. Its a little weird. Then again, I’m not completely normal.

I’ve decided when I die, I want part of the flesh cut of my leg and a metal plate embedded into the bone with my name and birth and death dates. Then i want to be placed in a funeral pyre with the gifts from my loved ones. I’m not talking cremation, I want my bones to survive. Then I want my bones and the remains of the gifts put in a coffin. With me in the coffin will be a time capsule with a recording of me and some documents about who I was. That way future civilizations can benefit from my weirdness.