There are steps to take preparing for the unknown.
2) Make sure I'm dead. I cannot resist a tickle.
3) No party, no crying (okay, a little wailing will be fine) no music, food... you get it. I will go into the Ethernet without fanfare.
4) Cremation, (Unless I did indeed step on a landmine. Disregard step 5)
5) Scatter my ashes in my favorite place.
Unfortunately, only my older sister knows of step five, and it is possible she may go before me, although, she takes better care of her shell. So, it is also likely I may sit on a shelf, in the backroom of a crematorium until we all turn to ashes.
I do have a point, here. I really believe in cremation. As much as I love strolling through cemeteries and reading names and engraved epitaphs, I find it such a waste of space.
Come on, think of it! Embalmed (toxic) bodies that lay in a box forever and ever.
To me, that is weird.
Enough of this, now. Let's go take a walk on the..... Uh, perhaps I'll just go get an ice cream cone.