There comes a time when every couple has The Discussion - the one where you reveal what you hope happens to you after you die. Married for close to 10 years now and being slightly more morbid than your average suburbanites, Mike and I have had this talk a number of times. We've both decided on parties instead of funerals and non-traditional...uh...disposal, I guess you could say.
Somehow, the subject came up again the other day and I reminded Mike that I'd rather be cremated and didn't want to be buried anywhere.
"Yeah, me either," he said. "I want to rise from the grave and walk the earth as one of the undead. I want to be a zombie."
I can't decide if this is an improvement over his previous desires - being left on the curb in a Hefty bag on garbage day, a fiery Viking funeral on Lake Erie, or volunteering as a science experiment at The Body Farm.