Think about this. Would you rather you were lying six feet under with the worms and a gallon of formaldehyde oozing out of all your poorly sewn shut orfices.
Oh hell no! I want to be cremated but the thought of dying and going back to the earth does not bring me peace but I wish it did.
I hope someday to provide nourishment for a tree, a cactus, or a Joshua Tree.
I love trees but the idea of being tree food doesn't bring me peace either. I guess I hate death even though I know it is inevitable.