If I cared even the slightest bit what happens to my body after I’m through with it, I’d request that it be be ground up and tilled into a garden plot. Then plant lots of good hot peppers.
Kinda gives new meaning to that song: "Roll me over in the clover..."
Washington state, the home of the retarded asswipes, looking for someone to notice their insanity. I hope to never go there again.
There’s some Catholic saints hundreds of years dead that haven’t decayed normally. Pics of them if you look.
When I die I am going to be cremated. Then I got a fellow who is going to fly me over the capital in DC and dump my ashes so they can all look up and kiss my ASS!
Great, now we can turn pesky Grandparents who cost a fortune in assisted living into Miracle-Gro.
Nothing like a massive contamination of the water supply....
Overall we humans aren’t really very tasty. Sharks don’t eat us, they take a bite and decide we’re too stringy and we tend to put up a fight. Big cats sometimes eat us but that’s rare. Wolves scope us out but tend to keep their distance. Hyenas and dingoes, now they can be trouble.
But on the whole we’re just really not a top item on the menu for predators. Not that they don’t try. But turning us into compost? Interesting. Everyone has some value. Either as compost. Or an organ donor.