When you die

I've recently started watching my Six Feet Under boxset, about two years after somebody bought it me as a present, and I'm absolutely besotted with it. My favourite film is American Beauty, which is written by the same bloke and it's really similar.

Anyway, that's not what this thread is about. Each episode features a different bereaved person making funeral arrangements, and I can't believe the amount of money people spend on coffins. We're talking as much as $20,000. Maybe it's an American thing. I don't know, I've never buried anyone.

Does anybody here give a shit what happens to their body after they die? Do you value a nice, comfy coffin (which you won't be able to enjoy, because you'll be dead) over your family having a few weeks in the sun or whatever? Maybe you want to be cremated or are on the organ donor register, like me.

doffcocker wrote:I've recently started watching my Six Feet Under boxset, about two years after somebody bought it me as a present, and I'm absolutely besotted with it. My favourite film is American Beauty, which is written by the same bloke and it's really similar.

Anyway, that's not what this thread is about. Each episode features a different bereaved person making funeral arrangements, and I can't believe the amount of money people spend on coffins. We're talking as much as $20,000. Maybe it's an American thing. I don't know, I've never buried anyone.

Does anybody here give a shit what happens to their body after they die? Do you value a nice, comfy coffin (which you won't be able to enjoy, because you'll be dead) over your family having a few weeks in the sun or whatever? Maybe you want to be cremated or are on the organ donor register, like me.

Fuck off being morbid!

I'm never gonna die!   

doffcocker wrote:I've recently started watching my Six Feet Under boxset, about two years after somebody bought it me as a present, and I'm absolutely besotted with it. My favourite film is American Beauty, which is written by the same bloke and it's really similar.

Anyway, that's not what this thread is about. Each episode features a different bereaved person making funeral arrangements, and I can't believe the amount of money people spend on coffins. We're talking as much as $20,000. Maybe it's an American thing. I don't know, I've never buried anyone.

Does anybody here give a shit what happens to their body after they die? Do you value a nice, comfy coffin (which you won't be able to enjoy, because you'll be dead) over your family having a few weeks in the sun or whatever? Maybe you want to be cremated or are on the organ donor register, like me.

I don't want to be buried, because I don't want to be eaten by worms, even though I'll be dead. I would prefer to be cremated and my ashes displayed in a nice urn on top of my Portuguese limestone fireplace.

doffcocker wrote:I've recently started watching my Six Feet Under boxset, about two years after somebody bought it me as a present, and I'm absolutely besotted with it. My favourite film is American Beauty, which is written by the same bloke and it's really similar.

Anyway, that's not what this thread is about. Each episode features a different bereaved person making funeral arrangements, and I can't believe the amount of money people spend on coffins. We're talking as much as $20,000. Maybe it's an American thing. I don't know, I've never buried anyone.

Does anybody here give a shit what happens to their body after they die? Do you value a nice, comfy coffin (which you won't be able to enjoy, because you'll be dead) over your family having a few weeks in the sun or whatever? Maybe you want to be cremated or are on the organ donor register, like me.

Six Feet Under is my favourite show of all time. Glad to hear of someone else enjoying it. 

and no I couldn't give a crap about what happens.

On the organ donor list and a request to be cremated, although once I'm dead I don't care any more.

There is no life after death.

I'm going to be cremated and the missus knows where to scatter my ashes. She'll also get all the hard earned money that I've got to waste on trivia.
 I'm an organ donor- they can have what they want ,if it's any use to anyone

Promession.

xmiles wrote:There is no life after death.

Not for you there isn't you non-believing bellend.

I, on the other hand, will be living it up in heaven with John McGinlay and Nat Lofthouse.

I totally believe in the creator and a better life than this one.

Once you're gone, you're gone.

That's it.

No holy choir of angels welcoming you to an eternal afterlife, where you get watch an All-Time Greatest Ever Bolton XI beat Utd every week, whilst drinking free beer and eating Caviare butties.

You get one crack at this life and how you spend it's up to you.

Be nice to people, don't be an arse, try to help out where you can and try and enjoy it.

They can stick me in the Wheelie Bin for all I care once I'm dead.

Breadman wrote:Once you're gone, you're gone.

That's it.

No holy choir of angels welcoming you to an eternal afterlife, where you get watch an All-Time Greatest Ever Bolton XI beat Utd every week, whilst drinking free beer and eating Caviare butties.

You get one crack at this life and how you spend it's up to you.

Be nice to people, don't be an arse, try to help out where you can and try and enjoy it.

They can stick me in the Wheelie Bin for all I care once I'm dead.

Pretty much my philosophy as well. Life is a journey, not a destination.

My Gramps looked better dead than he did alive,though less argumentative. I myself am signed up to Dr Gunther von Hagens plastination program.

Angry Dad wrote:I totally believe in the creator and a better life than this one.

 

I know some guy who does medium shite, at spiritual church's , and was talking to him about it, he said there was some Indians following me about, he could see them behind me, the problem is that he's a sendible guy, late fifty's .

He wouldn't make shit up like that.

"I know some guy who does medium shite"


What's the size of his poo got to do with seeing dead people?


I did a massive one this morning, and whilst it did make me see stars briefly 'til I got my breath back, I didn't see any ghosts.....

scottjames30 wrote:I know some guy who does medium shite, at spiritual church's , and was talking to him about it, he said there was some Indians following me about, he could see them behind me, the problem is that he's a sendible guy, late fifty's .

He wouldn't make shit up like that.

Don't blame me for any indians. I'm no longer with that mob. I called Geronimo a ponce because he'd started using 'Nivea post shave balm'. I then compounded the matter by asking him what he shouted when he jumped out of an aeroplane. The situation was further exacerbated when I did a genealogy chart for Chief Black Kettle and discovered he was actually Jewish,causing him to quit his job on the reservation bacon counter and start a collection of Woody Allen films. I'm keeping away from indians.

Are you re-claiming the "I" word for your (former) people like NWA and Public Enemy did with the "N" word for theirs?

scottjames30 wrote: he said there was some Indians following me about, he could see them behind me..

I can't say I'm surprised. After all, Bolton does have a sizeable Asian population. For all you know they simply may have been making their way to the local Mosque when you just happened to be walking in front of them.

Breadman wrote:Are you re-claiming the "I" word for your (former) people like NWA and Public Enemy did with the "N" word for theirs?

I make no claims Bread. But I've given them the address of Magoo's sheltered accommodation. That might keep them busy.

(Geronimo jumping out of a plane) "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"