To a crematorium. And hopefully with enough Jamesons in me that the fire will threaten to consume six city blocks.

My kids are under instructions either to throw the ashes into the sea, or scatter them at the local minor league ball park.

The last thing I want is to have some ugly little brass plate sitting over my rotting corpse in some bone orchard.

Sure. Six feet under. An elderly co-worker of mine, a reformed alcoholic, once said to me, "Y'know, once they put you down into that hole, you don't come back up out of it again." I laughed at the time, but I think there's a certain kind of truth to it.

I'm an agnostic rather than an atheist, but I've never really given much credence to Christian ideology. I don't think we ascend up into the sky with our personalities intact, to live out eternity in a perpetual Disneyland. What I know about Buddhism tends to make more sense to me.

On the other hand, humanity is such a miraculous phenomenon, that I've always felt there was some sort of force behind it all, if only because of the perfect order and harmony of nature. What I know about Buddhism tends to make more sense to me than the Christianity in which I was raised. Still, in my more upbeat moments, I've always felt that we as human beings...all human beings...have a spark of the Divine within us, and we interpret that spark of Divinity according to our culture and custom. All religions, all spiritual philosophies, have elements of the truth, and all of them have the ugliness, brutality and narrow-mindedness that is, unfortunately, an integral part of our humanity.

I do believe that whatever happens to us when we die, it's natural. It is what it's supposed to be. There's nothing abnormal about death...it's as natural as birth...and that gives me a certain sense of peace when I comtemplate my own end (which I do as rarely as possible).

All the time and it scares me. I try not to think about dying as I'm too busy trying to live and make the most out of this shitty situation we call life.

 My girlfriend says she's gonna have me stuffed and exhibit me in a glass coffin, like Lenin.

I'd prefer to be cremated and buried in her pet cemetery, 'cause I doubt many people will want to buy tickets to see my corpse.

Every time I say… it tastes alright.

Sure.Heaven doesn't want me & Hells afraid I'll take over....Guess it's the summerlands or reincarnation for me.

You mean like Heaven? Coz I'm cool with that.

I think about it a lot and have my own theories about death and the after life. Are they correct? Guess I'll find out when I die.
Would like a "Green" Burial though. I don't like the thought of my formaldahyde ridden corpse taking up space that could be used for more important stuff.

Either in an incinerator or the ground. I'd prefer to be burned though. Why waste beautiful landscape with a tombstone.

Yeah. My preference is to be cremated, and have my ashes mixed with my husband's and be scattered around a tree somewhere. After a certain age, it's good to have a plan for this kind of thing.

I think about what heaven would be like. I don't know that I believe the traditional heaven. I think most people are not going to get the type of heaven that they think is there. I wonder if I would be going or maybe somewhere else. I would maybe like to see a bit more of Earth first. I am psychic so it is a little different for me since I know something is there but not exactly what. I kind of believe in reincarnation. I don't really want to come back that is a big possibility. I worry a lot about teachings from Christianity. Sometimes I tend to lean towards my grandmother's idea of being an atheist.

"IF"?  I think it's a pretty safe bet that it's a matter of 'when' not 'if'. And yes... I know where I'm going. I'm tossing off this mortal coil (or as like to think of this body - as a suit of clothes that I won't need anymore) and I'm going to party hardy with the relatives I haven't seen in quite a few years. Then I'm going to scope out a new outfit - one that comes in a much smaller size, and I'll spend the next lifetime enjoying a new gig. I kind of enjoy hanging around Planet Earth and discovering new things. What the hell else is there to do? I have no musical talent so playing a harp for eternity just doesn't do it for me.

Gonna set me up with The Spirit in the Sky....When I die and they lay me to rest, gonna go to the place that's the...Who's shitting who? The Spirit in the Sky is gonna kick me in the ass and roar " THOSE CRACKPOT HICKS ON RIA WHO KNOW HOW MANY SEMICOLONS THERE ARE IN THE BOOK OF SAMUEL WERE ACTUALLY RIGHT ,YOU MISERABLE HARPWOP!"

Yes, I think about it a lot. I hope there is somewhere for me to go.

Some may think about it a little more often, but everybody does at some point in their life.

Yes, I think about it all the time.

Most of the time I have doubt that I'll be anything to go anywhere. A few times I allow myself to fantasize and I always pick the kitty heaven.

I'd love to spend the night in Zion...
I'd spend a long long while in Babylon...
I'd like a lover's wings to fly on...
To a tropic isle of Avalon.

Of course, this would make me a Digital Man...

I will be died, I don't mind what happens to my body or "my soul". I worry about life, not about death.

I know where I'm going. I'm going to be mixed into some rich potting soil and grow into some of that famous Vancouver Vahlhalla that the 'git's neighbors are growing in their basements and people will smoke me. That, or I'm going top be sprinkled under a peach tree and, eventually, made into pies.

Laugh...but at least I know...

Strange question.  I'm going nowhere.