When the conglomerate's behavior toward me causes me to be raped and killed, I don't want to be buried. I want to be cremated. I don't like the thought of rotting in a grave.
I don't want people keeping urns of me around, though.
If I have a choice about it, I'd like to be scattered in the cemetery near the house where I lived when I was a child.
Copyright L. Kochman, February 21, 2015 @ 2:33 p.m.
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