"Mind that Bus!" "What Bus?" SPLAT!

To be honest, I’ve not given much thought to it, but spitfireman‘s post made my eyes itch a little…

Lucky its not the horse………:p

My idea for a while was to be burried in an air tight coffin, made out of a metal lined coffin that won’t rot/rust, so someone will have a nice surprise if they ever find me one day. But I doubt that will ever happen.

A friend had a genius idea of being firmly (and very firmly) fixed into the ground, in a scary pose, with a hollowed out tree placed over them. Then, if the tree ever got knocked down, we would be there to give people a fright!

No, not really. Just watched Ace Ventura, and thought it was funny as hell when he was doing the mental bit with the tutu on. It would mess with archeologists, or whoever dug me up, so it made the list!

To be honest, I’ve not given much thought to it, but spitfireman‘s post made my eyes itch a little…

…wearing a Roman centurions helmet, a leather jacket, and a tutu…

Is there something you’re not telling us?! :diablo:

I would like to be cremated, and then have my ashes scattered on Maho Beach, St Maarten, Netherland Antilles…truly planespotters heaven!:)

I don’t care….as long as my Gibson Les Paul is burnt/buried with me.

A difficult question to answer realy. And I must admit I have not given any thought to it.
Despite having cremated or buried a few family and friends over the last 10 years, I’ve never felt the need to think about my own plans!

A member of a costuming group I am part of left us in 2008. He was cremated in his favorite costume and his ashes scattered into the sea, he had been a US Army Salvage diver.

Part of me wants to be buried or cremated along similar lines, wearing something I cherished.
As to where to lay or scatter me, I haven’t a clue. I hope when the times come I will be with those that I loved who passed on before me, so wherever my remains are put won’t matter to me.

I intend to be buried in an airtight lead coffin, with the tomb shaped as a WW2 u-boat. It will be all buried in a not too remote location. I intend to be found at some point!

Inside will be me; wearing a Roman centurions helmet, a leather jacket, and a tutu. I will be carrying a loaded Luger pistol, have an unstrung English longbow and a quiver of arrows, and a newspaper from around the turn of the 20th century, open on the sports page.

Couple that with a very charred wiring loom (including something vaguely like a flux capacitor) and a couple of bullet holes in the coffin, and it should keep the archeologists busy for a while. I’ll be forever happy knowing that long after my conciousness has departed, I’m still upsetting people. :diablo:

Regards,

Rich

It’s called Yorkey’s Knob.

BumbleBee

I have a photo of the signpost to Yorkey’s Knob, I just HAD to stop the car and take one, I’ve been there a few times 😀

Torch me, put the ashes in a solid gold box and bury it under Glastonbury. The inscription on the box would be “F off Time Team”. Or I’d borrow Mr Milligan’s “I told you I was ill”.

Well I want my ashes scattered at a crematorium near heathrow as my grandads ashes are there and he was my father figure and encouraged me to become a pilot.

However sometimes I do think that maybe I would like some of my ashes to be saved and scattered either from a plane ive flown, or at an airfield ive flown from.

Not bothered but,

a provision has been made that a particularly unique and loyal cat that was with me for twenty years who passed away two years ago, will be exhumed from her airtight coffin, placed in mine and we will then go up the chimney together.

thats it

I know someone asked his best friend to scatter his ashes from his 152 over his home county, all went to plan until he opened the window and tipped the urn out…
His recently departed friend apparently must have been scared of heights as he whipped back in the aircraft, giving his friend a mouthful of him, he was in his eyes, all over the aircraft and had coated him from head to foot in his remains, having spent 15 minutes spitting him out on the way back, he saw and said his departed friend would also have seen the funny side of it all……

😀

Up around Carlisle they used to do a burial in a cardboard box with a tree planted on top,allowing the tree to use you as it’s nutrients, sort of new life from old, sort of appeals to me but have never told anyone,

I suppose being converted in to Solent Green and then served in the House of Commons restaurant would be poetic justice…

Harvest me for every useable part or use my body to train doctors, then throw it in a power station furnace. That seems like the best way to get the most use out of the empty shell that will be my body 🙁

If I was sentimental I would go for my ashes in the sea at Hornsea, Flamborough or the top of Pen Y Gent in the Yorkshire Dales 🙂

It would be fun to have my body used in a ghost train like the real Egyptian mummy they found in the US 😀

If Australia allows ashes in I’m going on a beach just North of Cairns,between the rainforest and the Coral Sea.
It’s called Yorkey’s Knob.I don’t know the origin of the name,but I reckon I’d like to have met Yorkey.

Cremation and the middle of the central grass area at LHR please. If thats not possible then off the end of the pier at Southwold on the Suffolk coast, have many good memories of there. Hopefully some time before it has to be sorted;)

Hopefully not splat, just snooze!

Cremation will be the choice, but location, undecided, probably scattered to the winds.

The body is a spaceship, time to move on!

My father has a tree in Scotland as he is far from home.:)

I want a Space Coffin, what a fab view and resting place. :D:diablo:

My will says cremation then if possible scatter me at Duxford, I’m hoping it won’t be for a while but when I’m older maybe I’ll make some “formal” enquiries, can’t imagine I’d be the first to ask, are ashes a FOD risk ?:rolleyes:

I like the tree idea, graves, despite every best intention always seem to eventually become negelected when family pass away, or even move away.

If not Duxford then maybe somewhere in the West Country where I’ve had some great times with my children.

Its a very difficult question really 🙁

Ive never liked the idea of my body being cremated, I know you’re dead and all but I never liked the idea. Ive kinda grown to it now though, I never particularly liked the idea of being put in the ground and having people that loved me coming and mourning over what was left of me.

If i had to choose – I would be cremated, have my ashes scattered off of the harbour pier in St Mawes (cornwall) Some of my happiest memories there

I always liked the idea of someone planting a tree in my memory, somewhere friends and family could come and talk and feel better.

Very difficult, In the end, id have thought my family will decide when that time comes, I hope I dont leave this place before my time is due though 🙁