What have you planned for your carcase when you snuff it?

Its important to know what type of rock Timmo..metamorphic,igneous,sedimentary? What`s your choice?
I don't know! It's just a big lump of rock that's currently sitting in the corner of one of my fields where we pushed it to with a JCB after digging it out of a tump in the middle.
 
Burned for me as well. I don’t care if SHMBO uses my ashes to feed the flowers in the garden. I’ll be long past caring by then.
 
I don't know! It's just a big lump of rock that's currently sitting in the corner of one of my fields where we pushed it to with a JCB after digging it out of a tump in the middle.
Nice brass plaque screwed into it? Your name and a fallow buck silhouette either side of that ...nice.
Smelly could do much the same with a 30/30 lever either side instead....over to you SD lol.
 
Cremated and then scattered on my late grandmother's grave in Mareham le Fen, Lincolnshire where I spent many happy days as a young boy. And but ten yards away the War Memorial that bears the name of my mother's first husband who was killed in March 1944 and the body never found. Then after for those that have come to do the deed down to the pub she ran for thirty-three years in that same village for a drink to us all. And where there were two remembered there'll now for eternity be three.

And this at my funeral. "Abide With Me" at the start as that has always been what we, like many, have had at family funerals and then to conclude "Stoned Love".





Kenny Thomas who wrote the song was striving for a message of permanence in the lyrics of the song in what was a time of turmoil. "Stones are forever – they don’t break or come apart. Love will be here forever. It’s not important about colour and things of that nature.”
 
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Hole drilled into the ground. Me bent over hands touching feet. Launched in hole head first, acorn shoved in my arse, hole filled in.

Are you saying the Acorn wont be big enough for your arse hole :rofl:

A brill idea though. 👍👍
 
Hole drilled into the ground. Me bent over hands touching feet. Launched in hole head first, acorn shoved in my arse, hole filled in.
I would do the same as boar feed after shooting them while I was upright, seems a fair trade to me. But being Germany they will not allow it, the cartel control of disposal here by the funeral directors is mind boggling.
 
Definitely burnt, music all planned and ashes to be scattered over some glorious parts of Sutherland and in a couple of Rivers there.
One of my pals died before Christmas and he had the funeral/cremation and party sorted out with precision with a guard of honour from his ex-military mates, sad, but beautiful....:tiphat:
 
I do the hunter funerals here "Halali" is played so I assume that will happen with me.
What was the life all about anyway? It seems to have gone into hyperdrive the last few years.
We are all grains of sand in the bigger picture.
 
on the old car principle strip me for usable spares, donate them to anyone who needs a transplant,

as the whats left dump me in a skip/burn me etc, I wont care,
I quite like the idea of a sky funeral, peg me out for the animals to recycle,
 
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