Gray’s Matter isn’t all about AJAX and autosave with Jesus Christ, Spider-Man and pseudo-agile development. Sometimes it’s nice to cut back from the technical fluff and engage you, the readership, in deep thoughtful content.

DEEP.

Rory Blyth’s recent post on “writing your obituary ahead of time” got me thinking (and for those of you who know me, you understand that thinking and I combined are very dangerous).  At first I mulled over what my own obituary would look like. Having the attention span of a gnat I became bored with this, realizing that I was far more interested in what would happen to me after death.  Not me as in "my eternal soul" me, but "me" as "my physical and hopefully zombified remains" me.  Sharing my last requests with my family is a little too macabre for them, so instead I'm going with the next best thing...sharing with the internet.

When my body finally expires, I would like to be shot out of a cannon.  I do not mean cremate my remains and shoot the ashes out of a cannon; I mean, take my corpse and shoot *it* out of a cannon.  I know that this already sounds like one of the raddest ideas you've ever heard of, but as usual, I am taking the awesomeness and moving it one step further.  I don't just want to be shot out of a cannon, but I want my remains to be shot out of a cannon into a crowded metropolitan area.  

See, there's nothing all that memorable about your average burial, and even cremation is relatively commonplace.  Shooting a corpse into a farmers field?  Maybe my body will be eaten by livestock but that's about as cool as that would get.  However, I have a dream that one day people will be walking downtown, going about their daily business, when all of a sudden a dead body crashes into the ground straight in front of them!  People won't know if it's raining corpses or if they're in the middle of a flying zombie attack!  And with that, I will have accomplished the same thing in death that I have in life...ABSOLUTE BEDLAM.   Who even *needs* an obituary?  This event is all I need as my epitaph.

What would you like done in the case of your death?  Anything *remotely* as cool as this?