You and me both. And I'm none to fond of the idea of embalming and someone checking out the length of my fingernails about 200 years from now.
Williams can ask for whatever he wants, as can you. What he asks for, though, might reveal loads about what he or his culture currently believes.
No thanks! I don't want to be buried at all. What they do with my body when I'm through with it, I couldn't care less. I told my wife, if I die before she does, to throw my body in the nearest dumpster, wait a couple of days, and declare me missing.
She didn't like the idea at all. I was beginning to think she was more sentimental than I had believed.
"Honey," I said, "look at the money you'll save on the funeral expenses."
"Pff!" she said.
"What do you mean, 'Pff!'?"
"I mean," she said in that you-have-to-explain-everything-to-a-man tone, "what good is it to save a few bucks on a funeral, if I can't collect the life insurance because I can't prove you're dead?"
My wife's so smart. Aren't I lucky?
Hank