Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Post mortem options

I know this is a morbid topic, and don't worry, even though I am still feeling blue (Help...I need to find something else to keep me occupied), I am not going along this path. No way! There are still so many things I wish to accomplish. Not at least for the next 50 years or more! But I am sure everyone has some morbid thoughts once in a way; for me it involves the scary chopper or choking on my food. Silly thoughts ain't it? Whats more, it is "Qing Ming" right now.

Actually what inspired me to write this was this article I came across about what you can do with your ashes after you are cremated. Here are the options:

  • The ashes can be made into carbon for pencils! Imagine supplying human kind or your off springs with 240 pencils. I think what is even better is if they can make it into pencil leads instead, you know the types for mechanical pencils. That would certainly be a lifetime supply of carbon!
  • Be bird feeder- mix the ashes with bird food and human ashes.
  • Blast off into space! It is already happening, if you are willing to fork out close to USD$500 for that ride to a place where not a single sound survives. I do not like this option. There is way too much junk in space, and I certainly would not want to be floating around there for ages. But I have to admit that orbiting around earth should be fun- must be a lovely view!
  • Becoming snort!?! Too bad, its illegal in Singapore, and eeks, I will definitely not want to try it!

I am sure there are many other options available, but by far I love the carbon copies option. I have this thing for the old-fashion pencil with the wood and lead, and how difficult it can be to get the lead sharpened to the right degree such that it would not always break. In fact one of my prized possessions was a mechanical pencil sharpener that my papa bought for me when I was about ten. I recall bugging him to no end till he finally bought it for me. It is pink with bunnies on the side, really cute! And it still seats in the cupboard, silently awaiting its chance to sharpen my pencils.

Now where was I? Oh yes, and how can you not love the fact that you are still useful even after you pass on? I will never quite look at a pencil the same way again.