All this land taken up by people who are gone, like a breeze, like dementia, like regret. There are more people being born every day, but there's no more land being born for them to go to when they die. It's unsustainable, it's ridiculous, it's selfish. When I die feed me to the wolves, bake me into a shepherd's pie for the cannibals. Drag me into the woods, burn me in a pile, use my skin for an umbrella. Turn my bones into jewelry, make glue with my joints, braid my hair for a rope swing, boil my fat into organic soap like in fight club, show my lungs to elementary school kids during an anti-sigarette campaign. I won't be worried about what you're going to do because I'm dead. Just please don't bury me in a cemetery because that's bullshit.