Buried with stuff...or not.

On this particular topic, I feel that the Cobra Skulls summed up my feelings on this quite well in the song Cobra Skulls Graveyard...

An epitaph is propaganda for a memory
For people who aren’t really worth remembering
Like people with wealth that save it for themselves
A casket is a container that’s built to bust
Preventing the inevitable dust to dust
A shell in vain we save
So when I die don’t put me in a grave

If my soul goes to another place
Then a grave is a waste of space
Yes, a grave is a waste of space
So don’t put me in a grave

As if our cities aren’t already crowded enough
We set aside a little green patch in the rough
A place for the dead to rest their heads
While the kids of the city have no place to play
We make sure the dead have a place to stay
A place to rot away

So basically, I'm not a fan of burials...also, I don't want to be reanimated when the eminent zombie apocalypse arrives. I guess that means I won't be bringing any sweet grave goods with me into the afterlife. Honestly, I'm really hoping I just get eaten by a tiger, a squid, or something awesome like that. Now, if someone (who I will hopefully be able to haunt...) decided to bury me against my wishes, they might have a few suggestions for things to clutter my new quarters. I'm sure my music collection would be included as it is probably the thing I have wasted the most time and money on...there would be some heavy guilt on anyone denying me of my tunes once I'm dead and have endless time to rock out with. If someone was absolutely incredible, they would find my Dad's New York Islanders jersey, the one item I'd give anything to have as it's an irreplaceable memory and the main reason why I'm such a passionate hockey fan. If some nerdier (and more observant...) friends sent me off with stuff, I'm sure my H.P. Lovecraft books would give me plenty of reading material and my laptop would have endless cartoons and Asian movies to help pass the time...and maybe some hockey cards because I'm a super dork...and a chunk of obsidian, because IT'S FREAKING VOLCANIC GLASS!!! So maybe if all that stuff could be packed into a small box and my body vapourized into dust, anyone who knows me would find me a quiet hill back in Japan, or a mountain in the Nass Valley, just to let me watch over the two places I love most.