Buried. Everyone in my family wants to be cremated, but I want to be in the ground. It used to creep me out when I realized that it meant also having worms dig into me, but now I kind of love that part too. The whole decaying process is one that I feel really thankful about. I think because it means I go into the earth.

I also started finding my way to Judaism a couple of years ago and one of the first things I learned was about their burial ritual. A simple pine box wrapped in simple cloth. Nothing fancy. I like that.

I also like that I'd have a gravestone. Cemeteries have long fascinated me and I like the idea of being a part of one. The idea of the world being blown up by the sun makes me sad mostly because it means that my grave site - my last remnant - will be gone.