After reading Mary Roach’s Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, and the above comments about “green” funeral options versus the gruesome, god-awful notion of a body stewing in formaldehyde and a “sealed” casket, I’m more convinced that the less energy used to convert my flesh back into dust, the better. I’d prefer not to take up cubic footage once I’m gone. Let places and memories carry me forward; let people remember me wherever they want.