Thread: How will you be remembered when you die?

Face it, when we die we want to leave a lasting impression. Something for family members, friends, loved ones, pet guinea pigs and neighbors to remember you by.

Mine:
1. I don't want on be buried, I want to be put in a bathtub with nothing on but a diaper, a pirate hat, a first gen iPod nano, a bag of crunchy Cheetos and the Roy Orbison album collection in vinyl, and cast out to sea. Also, the bathtub will have the words "TIME MACHINE" written in crayon in the side it. Aliens who visit our world when the next ice age comes will have WTF faces and I will be happy and not haunt the person who does not fulfill this request.

2. This is how you make sure you die before your wife. Tell her that if she dies before you, you plan on being buried next to her and your grave stone will have your name, birth and year of death, and the words "I'm with stupid" with an arrow pointing at her grave carved into it.

Want to leave a lasting memory of yourself? You know I do, because knowing is half the battle.

Personally, I'd just as soon be thrown out of the back of my pick up and let the buzzards and yotes have at me. It matters not, I'm living in a tent.

I have a right to be buried with full military honors, but, I chosen not to do that, no memorial, will probably be cremated because just throwing me to the side of the road is illegal. My ashes can be spread to the 4 winds as far as I care.

I came into this world alone, and I don't need anyone to help me out.

If someone decided to do something stupid and have a memorial or wake, I request they play this throughout the whole damn nonsense.

John Prine- Please Don't Bury Me, Live, 4- 22- 09 - YouTube

I want my ashes at center ice!

Originally Posted by rinkrat

I want my ashes at center ice!

I joked about that same thing last night to my wife. I've been sick the past few days and joked that I'm dying. She said she's too young to be a widow. I told her to cremate my ass and throw me on Staples Center ice.

Originally Posted by x-wingcamewest

Personally, I'd just as soon be thrown out of the back of my pick up and let the buzzards and yotes have at me. It matters not, I'm living in a tent.

I have a right to be buried with full military honors, but, I chosen not to do that, no memorial, will probably be cremated because just throwing me to the side of the road is illegal. My ashes can be spread to the 4 winds as far as I care.

I came into this world alone, and I don't need anyone to help me out.

If someone decided to do something stupid and have a memorial or wake, I request they play this throughout the whole damn nonsense.

John Prine- Please Don't Bury Me, Live, 4- 22- 09 - YouTube

but wouldn't you want a pants-hanging chandelier in the MGM lobby to be named after you?

Considering I just spent this weekend at my wifes grandfathers funeral this is kind of an appropriate topic to arise.

Guy was 96 years old, a child of the great depression. Was identified as a child good with numbers and put on an engineering track. Went to Newark University before it became New Jersey Institute of Technology. Worked as a draftsman back when than meant something and through the war. Actually got to draw on the P-38. Ended his career working at singer and had a few patents to his name. Raised 3 kids, 2 of which were Career officers in the military, 7 grandkids of which 2 already have phd's in engineering (of 2 others one went medical, another is a scientist the rest are TBD).

Anyway point is I met the guy long after he was along his way. Late on his life he lost his wife, like all things the depression taught him he learned to look for silver linings. Things like Cinemax. He was always talking about how "Dorothy never let me watch these channels!" Big fan of Spartacus too. Hilarious guy. I ended up with his drafters tools since nobody else in the family knew what the hell they were. Rest assured every time I draw something that pisses me off with them, I'll just have a skinemax thought to help get me through it.

Originally Posted by jammer06

I ended up with his drafters tools since nobody else in the family knew what the hell they were. Rest assured every time I draw something that pisses me off with them, I'll just have a skinemax thought to help get me through it.

I have a set of compass tools left to me by some distant relative of mine after someone discovered that I was dabbling in set designs. they still are pretty nifty.

I'll be cremated, and will forever be remembered as an idoit Kings fans that never quite on his team.

Remembered?

As of right now, I wouldn't be.

I'm working on it.