The notion of being buried, in the year 2011, is hilariously primitive. I absolutely understand the notion of wanting to have a memorial for loved ones to visit and appreciate, but, tell me...
In 100 years is anyone going to even remember who you are? Does it really matter what happens to your physical body after you die? Is it so important and sacrosanct? What makes *you* so special that your rotting carcass deserves a plot of land on an overcrowded planet for the rest of eternity?
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