I am not wishing for death, as my post title might imply. Au contraire. But that messenger will come for each of us one day, and we've probably all thought about what will happen to "this earthly vessel" when the spirit leaves it.
My dream, when I die, is to be buried naked directly in the ground, my body curled comfortably, wrapped close in the arms of mother earth. No formaldehyde, no coffin. No slow dessication in a needlessly comfortable box. Nor the crematorium with its blazing efficiency. Not for me. I want to be packed into the ground, covered and comforted by an earthen blanket. My body will mix and meld to become peat, fertilizer, mulch, a meal.
Dust to dust.