A thought struck me this morning as I was arriving at work.
When the Lord calls me home, I want to be buried in a very specific way.
Oh, not because I think it will matter to me how my corpse is disposed of, but because I have a sick sense of humor.
See, at a very young age, I became interested in archeology and anthropology, and the idea of learning about someone by their skeleton fascinated me. Like: English longbowmen's shoulders were different shapes because of the pull weight of their bows, or seeing healed trepanning scars on ancient skulls, or Venetian skeletons buried with a brick in their mouth... stuff like that.
So...
I want a brick with fang marks in it stuffed in my casket, a stake in my chest, I want the casket lid to be all torn up, and even have a hole "clawed" through it, and I want to be buried as if I had climbed half way through that hole.
In short, I want to give some future archeologist nightmares.
Because I love a good prank.
edit to add:
"Here Lies Mike,
Under a Plank,
Good Riddance to him,
Who Loved a Bad Prank"
When the Lord calls me home, I want to be buried in a very specific way.
Oh, not because I think it will matter to me how my corpse is disposed of, but because I have a sick sense of humor.
See, at a very young age, I became interested in archeology and anthropology, and the idea of learning about someone by their skeleton fascinated me. Like: English longbowmen's shoulders were different shapes because of the pull weight of their bows, or seeing healed trepanning scars on ancient skulls, or Venetian skeletons buried with a brick in their mouth... stuff like that.
So...
I want a brick with fang marks in it stuffed in my casket, a stake in my chest, I want the casket lid to be all torn up, and even have a hole "clawed" through it, and I want to be buried as if I had climbed half way through that hole.
In short, I want to give some future archeologist nightmares.
Because I love a good prank.
edit to add:
"Here Lies Mike,
Under a Plank,
Good Riddance to him,
Who Loved a Bad Prank"