I’ve been making my way through Six Feet Under DVDs and it is quite clear to me that there is absolutely nothing about a funeral home that is comforting. Should I cross the street and get hit by a bus tomorrow, let it be known that there should be no casket for me. Just to be a pain in the ass, I might like to be flash-frozen and then blasted with an ultrasound wave into a million pieces. But that doesn’t sound very practical; I guess cremation it is then. Check out this nice little NPR piece on burial.