Burn me when the light goes out.

We have a say in how our bodies are disposed of after death ... I know my choices. When faced with the options provided it isn't difficult.

Our bodies can...

Be lowered into the ground surrounded by your loved ones all mourning your death. Laying they're helpless allowing the embalming fluid to wear of. Allow your body to decompose. The flesh will slowly peel from the muscle, sperate like islands do from one another.

The only company being selfish hungry maggots. Soon all you would be is a box full of bones and possessions provided to keep you loved and entertained; that at any time, if worth anything, could cause your coffin to be prized open and looted.

Or

Your coffin could be tossed into a furnace with little regard. The red, orange and yellow creatures would nibble at your flesh with their searing hot needle like teeth.

You'd drown in the flames and welcome the sizzle it provides. Soon be nothing but a worthless pile of ashes that your mother would have to either keep in a jar or throw awa- I mean scatter.

I'd want to be scattered, but mum could keep a little bit of me in a charm sized urn; I wouldn't want to leave her alone.

Burn me when the light goes out...please as I fear nothing more than the dark.