Learn this: joy is not merely joyful; it is great. So be lovers gaily then, the devil! and marry, when you do marry, with the fever and the dizziness and the uproar and the tohubohu of happiness.
— Victor Hugo, translated by Charles E. Wilbour, Les Misérables, 1862
I’d like to be laid out in the woods and just let whatever animals or elements take what they want for food, after any spare useful parts are donated to those in need.
Barring that, I’d like to be composted.
I really don’t care to be embalmed, and creation seems a waste of resources.