Birthday suit.

So am just sitting here, and a thought just crossed my head about death. Its one thing to die, but its another how and where. Now speaking on where; If you die far away from your family, it just occurred to me that your body will have to be transported back to your people. Lawd. I kind of find it funny though, but there's really nothing funny about death. Right now am doing my Nysc in far off Taraba state, some villagy place. It just occurred to me that if I die here (forbidding it), my corpes will have to be transported all the way to my parents. How is that process gonna happen? Are they gonna wrap my naked body up in a white piece of cloth and put it in the trunk (boot) of a car? Or those long, very ugly ambulance 504s? Or will my parents come down and pick up my corpes? Which ever way, I'll still end up in the trunk of a car, and not on the back seat. I'd really love for my body to be exhume (cremated) though after I die. I don't wanna decay, or rot and turn to insect food. Another way I'd like to be disposed of is for my body to be frozen. Like I'd be put in a glass freezer, so my body will be intactly preserved forever and ever and ever. Another disturbing thought is how a person dies. Now I have never appreciated the "dying in your sleep" death as I did when I started seeing all those mangled up dead bodies from terrorist bomb attacks. Like nobody knows how they are going to die, but the thought of my body all mangled and distorted, oh man, I just can't stomach it. I don't even want one scar on my body when I die. I'd rather die of a painful sickness like cancer, or HIV, than die in an accident, or be stabbed or something. I shiver at the thought, brrrr. I'd rather be shot with a gun, in the heart, not head though. Head shots aren't sexy. This however has made me realise that the body is just that, a body. The human body is very dispensable. It is just a vessel for what we store inside it. The person inside, your soul. And by soul I mean what a person is made of; your inner being; your character; your personality. You are not your body, or the clothes you wear. This things are of no consequence. You are your mentality. You are how you think, you are what you do. You are the actions you take. You are how you act to others and how you handle situations. You are what you think. So, one day, that chic that feels like she is the sexiest babe in the world, with her big butt and boobs, she will become ant food. Or ashes. And that dude who thinks he has all the money in the world, would end up dead. Just a body. A person is not their body, a person is the soul inside. Another thought that crossed my mind is what happens when the body dies? What happens to the person inside, does it die too! Does the soul die, or does it live on, wandering, lost, looking for a vessel to live in? Or does it just perish? Gone forever.... -kucoobaroo