You are going to die.
Yes, YOU. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a hundred years... but at
some point, maybe when you least expect it, the holy temple of
the body will no longer be a viable vessel of the spirit. It will
be a junkyard of meat and wires.
Forever fraught with social and religious prescriptions and taboos,
disposal of our bodies after death is considered by most too
morbid for polite conversation. Too many grieving families find
themselves left with the grizzly task of making arrangements
for their dearly-departed, ignorant of the deceased party's final
What are YOUR final wishes? If you were to die tomorrow, what
would you like done with your body? It's easy to shrug it off, saying
you don't really care one way or another... but if you don't
decide, and make your wishes known... someone else will have
to decide for you.