ChevyFazer
Redneck MacGyver
Man I ain't herd someone mention tremors in a long time
Wow Ssky, glad you're ok!
I don't want a tombstone.
I want to have my body cremated. Have my ashes mixed with gun powder and put into fireworks.
I want the same fireworks used during my remembrance/memorial service.
Go out with a bang!
There's a buddhist story like this.
An old buddhist monk who was well known and respected in his community. He graciously accepted his meals when offerend, provided wise words at key times and was known for always wearing his robe, never changing it. He had always said that he wished to keep his robe on until his body was no more because it reminded him how temporary the flesh shell is that his spirit resided in. One day the monk finally passed away and the people soon realized they did not know his name nor where he had come from to notify his family. One villager had spoke up that he recalled the monk had said that his only wish was to keep his robe on until his body was no more from the traditional funeral pyre because it reminded him how temporary the flesh shell his spirit resided in before it transcended states. The elders decided he would be offered the normal funeraly pyre rights and they would not perform the traditional cleaning and preparation of the body by honoring his wish to place his body still wearing the robes he wore in this lifetime.
It was a great gathering of all those in the village who had their lives touched by the monk. Soon it was seen that not only every villager was there but many travellers had arrived from the region. Word had spread of the great monks passing and many wished to pay thier respect who had their lives impacted in some way by this penniless monk. Many amazing, heartfelt stories were shared and soon the mood had grown somber as the people realized at what a great loss was taking place by the loss of the monk. A village elder began to approach the funeral pyre in preparation of the final rite. As silence befell the village and mass of people a strange man stepped forward pulling out a scroll of paper. He said that the monk had met him in his travels and had given him the final words he wished to be said over his body not only 3 days before.
The man stepped to the funeral pyre and in the light of the torch meant to light the fire said, "dear friends, you have shown me the many beautiful faces of humanity, you have allowed me to see through the temporal nature of all things, do not weep for all things come from one and shall return to one, be joyous as I set forth on to my new journey as you shall carry my spirit with you, and I will never truly leave you."
At this the man stepped forward and lit the pyre. Slowly the flame began to build working its way up and dance about the monk in his robe. Suddenly with a roar the robe bust open and fireworks began to shoot high into the sky. All eyes were transfixed in the sky as the magical event beheld the mind of each one there. Soon the oohs and ahhs from the crowd grew into jubilant cheers. The fireworks came to a loud crescendo and the people where alive with joy. As the magnificent show ended, the eyes fell back down to the place where the monk had been but there was absolutely no signs of any remains. It's as if some strange magic had completely taken the last physical remains of the monk from the land.