On cremation.

S: For some reason I’ve been really frantic in the mornings and lunch mellows me out. I think I need to quit coffee!

C: Are you going to get cremated?

S: What! When I die?

C: Yeah, when you die, obviously.

S: Well, what the hell kind of question is that to ask in the middle of a convo?

C: I’m asking everyone.

S: Yes, I want to be cremated. I think burial is a huge waste of resources, and I don’t believe in the literal resurrection of bodies like some Christians do.

C: That’s why I was asking, because I didn’t know that I was supposed to believe in that!!

S: Did you want to be cremated?

C: Well, I didn’t know if we would be waiting in the box and I didn’t want to be eaten by worms…I would rather be buried and waiting in a nice little container. But I didn’t know I was supposed to keep my body going.

S: It’s silly. I want to be sprinkled in the ocean. If God is God, he doesn’t require our bodies to be intact to fucking resurrect us from the dead.

C: Do you think it’s appropriate to say “fucking resurrect”?

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