I love to know what people plan for themselves after their own deaths.  It is a morbid subject, I know, but I think it’s a very revealing one.  What could be more intimate than deciding what to do with your own body after you die?  It’s actually pretty amazing to me the number of people who don’t have anything planned at all.  It’s an inevitable thing – we are all going to die.  Personally, I think it saves loved ones a great deal of pain and trouble if you at least tell someone your wishes… no matter how small.  Of course I am one of the few people on the planet who enjoy a good death plan conversation, so the other day I asked a good friend what she would do when it happens to her.  Little did I know that I was going to get one of my most interesting answers to date – she has already pre-registered her body to go to the body farm in Tennessee, a forensic anthropology research facility.  She is an atheist (I seem to attract them) and avid recycler, so she wants to recycle her body back to the earth once she passes away.  Even for me, that is a pretty big statement showing her detachment to her body after she dies.  A lot of people donate their bodies to science, but the families usually get them back after a certain amount of time for cremation or burial.  Her body will stay at the body farm indefinitely.  I feel like that is a pretty selfless and brave act, one that displays her confidence in her own belief system.  I think a lot of people like to pretend to be confident, but most people are pretty scared of what happens when we do finally leave this existence.  I’ve written about my own death plan here, but I like to think that I could change it at any point if I change my mind.  Right now though, I’m still pretty happy with it.  If you have something that you’d like to happen when it’s your turn to go, I hope you communicate it with someone you trust.  It’s always good to have an exit strategy.  🙂

One last thought before I go for today – have you ever thought about how your magazine subscriptions paint a picture of your life?  Yesterday I got an email saying that my Triathlete subscription was about to expire… and I almost thought to myself, do I really need this anymore?  That would have been crazy talk this time last year.  I have gotten that magazine in the mail for almost 6 years now, and this is the first time I’ve ever even considered not renewing.  I guess we just constantly change with time and evolve on.  It’s not that I’m not interested in triathlons anymore, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth, but I do feel like I am not as obsessed.  See, I am discovering some balance!