When I die, don't pump poison into me. Embalming is the most insulting thing that can be done to a human body.
Bathe me, wrap me in a linen shroud that smells like summer and leaves, and bury me at the base of an ash tree. Or throw me in the Pugent Sound and let the giant octopus eat me, all suckers and sharp beak.
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