I'm sorry, but I'm not that big of a fan or Star Trek but I will entertain the idea of placing my remains into a
BoSox urn for eternity if I can have my Ted Williams autogrpahed ball incinerated with me
Have you made final plans?
Burial at sea?
Shot into space?
Nope, no plans. Cosmically, a million years is the merest blink of an eye. What can anyone on earth or anywhere else in the universe achieve that
justifies a preference for the disposal of one's remains? Concern for post mortem disposition is an obvious manifestation of the most petty
attachment to the transient material plane.
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