"This body is ... bound to destruction, bound to dissolution. All life ends in death" (The Buddha's teachings from the Dhammapada.)

I've been thinking about what I want to happen to me when I die.

It'll be Cremation

I'll be slid into that flaming creamator and then BURN BABY BURN - down, down, down - I'll get less and less until only a litte ash remains. I like the idea of being incinerated - quick, clean and complete. I don't want my feet, legs and bum - and even worse my cock and balls - eaten by maggots (uh!) - much better to have them going up in smoke and coming out of the crematorium chimeny

in my pantyhose

According to American undertakers you can wear what you like in the furname. I thought I a nice black pair (15 denier) with reinforced toe and panty to go to my final flaming destination.

Of course the female mourners (and hopefully the males too!) will have to wear nice black pantyhose, and on want them to slip their shoes off to reveal their nyloned toes as I slide into the fire. Music? Well I'll go to my final destruction to the sound of "Come on baby light my fire....."

and my ashes?

I don't know yet, I have a couple of ideas: Have them sprinked over the nyloned toes of a sexy girl or guy, before they scatter my dust with their nyloned feet. Have them poured into a pair of pantyhose and then scattered from the hose. Have them scattered at the PrettyPolly tights factory. Or maybe just have them poured down here....(Why noy click on the pic?)

when?

Well according to the death clock 2025 (on a pessimistic reading!) I may even have until 2036 .... But who knows .... by the time you read this .... a sudden accident .... perhaps at the very moment you read this I'm already on the coveyor belt to the incinerator.