When I die, bury me with my dice!

[reveal]

I want the following epitath on my tombstone:

"Died Tragically Rescuing His Family From The Remains Of A Destroyed Sinking Battleship"

I mean, cuz, even if it's not true, who's going to argue with an epitath.

/ripping off The Royal Tenenbaums

 

[TheAuldGrump]

Hmmm...

Please Don't Bury Me

_Woke up this mornin',
_Put on my slippers,
_Walked in the kitchen,
And died.

And Oh! what a feeling
When my soul went through the ceiling,
And on up into heaven
I did rise.

When I got there they did say,
John, it happened this-a-way:
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head.

And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:

Chorus:

Please don't bury me
down in the cold, cold ground
No, I druther have 'em cut me up
and pass me all around.

Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes.
And the deaf can take both o'my ears
If they don't mind the size.

Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer.
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get 'em outta here.

Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got yer nose
Sell my heart to the junkman,
And give my love to Rose.

But... [Chorus]

Give my feet to the footloose,
Careless, fancy free,
Give my knees to the needy,
Don't pull that stuff on me.

Hand me down my walkin' cane
It's a sin to tell a lie.
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my arse goodbye.

But... [Chorus]

Jonh Prine

 

[Quasqueton]

John, a D&D gamer, dies.

A few weeks later, his ghost visits Ed, one of his gaming buddies.

Ed asks him what being dead is like.

John: "Well, I've got good news and bad news."

Ed: "Oh? What's the good news?"

John: "Lots of folks in the afterlife play D&D. I get to play every day."

Ed: "Wow, that's great. But what's the bad news?"

John: "You're scheduled to DM for us next week."


Quasqueton

 

[der_kluge]

I guess I've not really thought about it. I suppose I wouldn't mind be buried with dice, although being an atheist, I hardly see what the point would be.

Instead, donate my gaming stuff to a boys and girls club or something. Where they can get some use out of it.

This does beg the question though, for those that would want to be buried with dice, are there specific dice that you'd want to be buried with, or would any ol' dice do? I mean, imagine going into the afterlife with a bad d20.... ugh, that'd be awful.

 

[reveal]

So does this thread count as our Last Will and Testament?

 

[shilsen]

I'm one of those weird guys who is really amused by the human fascination with corpses and using rituals for disposing of them, so I really don't care. You can do whatever the heck you want with my body, whether it's burying it, cremating it, feeding it to the dog, mummifying it as a conversation piece for the English department lounge, etc. After you pry the dice from my cold, dead hands, of course

 

[tarchon]

Yup - If I am going to spend eternity in a box, I may as well take my dice PH, DMG and good ol' MM along for the ride.

Good idea - when you roll on the reincarnation table, having your "lucky" dice handy might not be such a bad thing.

 

[TroyXavier]

Buried with dice. That's a good idea though if my dice collection keeps growing may just have to be buried BY them.

 

[Arbiter of Wyrms]

... mummifying it as a conversation piece for the English department lounge, etc...

ooh! I like this option. Plasticization and permanent occupancy of the staff room of one's former cooworkers, just to freak them out even more AFTER death. I like this idea. Although the freeze-drying, pulverziation plan is probably ideal.

*note: anyone here whose not read Mary Roach's outstanding Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers really should. It's both informative and hysterically funny.

 

[Hammerhead]

I don't really plan on dying, so this question is irrelevant.