Reply to: It's My Funeral, so...

[Gonzo]

Surely a true contractor would die at night and have made arrangements to be stuffed and placed back at the client's desk before start of play the following morning in order to continue charging?

Or have arranged in advance to be "working from home" and keep invoicing until the client notices.

[Zorba]

Surely a true contractor would die at night and have made arrangements to be stuffed and placed back at the client's desk before start of play the following morning in order to continue charging?

[realityhack]

So you want us all to eat you?

...surely that would be more fun while you're alive?

Hmmm - I'm not sure I'd risk that - if I smeared myself in chocolate and took you up on your invitation, I may not survive the resultant feeding frenzy.

[DBA_bloke]

So you want us all to eat you?

...surely that would be more fun while you're alive?

You are Sid James and I claim my free dirty laugh.

[SallyAnne]

I'll have my ashes baked into a Death By Chocolate cake and served to guests at the wake.

Cheers!

So you want us all to eat you?

...surely that would be more fun while you're alive?

[NickFitz]

Did it hit the spot?

Relaxing yet invigorating

I feel just about ready to face the motorway now...

[realityhack]

I'll have my ashes baked into a Death By Chocolate cake and served to guests at the wake.

Cheers!

[SallyAnne]

Splendid!

Did it hit the spot?

[NickFitz]

Ah ok then

Splendid!

[SallyAnne]

Damn, I was hoping for a spanking

Ah ok then

[DBA_bloke]

I'd have said, until the council changed the collection schedules and rules, just leave me out in bin bag.

Otherwise medical science. Or landfill, or whatever. Couldn't care less really.

Please note: Collections are probably every 2 weeks. If disposing of dead bodies, remember to add a bit of that refuse bin powder you can get at Wilkinsons to mask the smell. Be considerate: only put out one dead body a week. Thanks.

[chef]

i'd have it contractor style:

-first cryogenically frozen
-then blasted off into space with my own rocket including some personal stuff (ancient egyptian style)
-with Queen "The Show Must Go On" being played
-ending with a champagne fuelled party

hoping that in 500 years i wake up on some distant planet to then return to earth with our new cousins in space as a hero and with a cure to death.

I'd then sell this cure making the ultimate plan B

either that or the "I'm not going to die" option, but for that i need to father a scientific genius to invent a cure or alternative to death.. i figure it'll give them something to aim for in life.

<chef in uber-optimistic mood>

[NickFitz]

Oh its like that is it?

Damn, I was hoping for a spanking

P.S. it's

[SallyAnne]

...forming a land bridge to Norway.

Oh its like that is it?

[NotAllThere]

I'd have said, until the council changed the collection schedules and rules, just leave me out in bin bag.

Otherwise medical science. Or landfill, or whatever. Couldn't care less really.