Seriously, do not bury my body.

Don't bury me in a landscaped graveyard lined with pine trees and an asphalt drive.
Don't reference God or discuss the beauty of pine cones of flowers.
Don't say this is not the end.
Don't say the ashes are not the real me.
Don't thank Jesus for HIS LOVE.
Don't cry as you put me into the hole.
Don't bury me at all.

Let me rot under a tree in some rusty mountains.
Or burn me up and blow me away.
Death comes to us all.
And that is what makes life worth living in the first place.
Knowing it will end.
Not planning ahead.
No trust fund for a second life.