I'm going to be cremated. I would like on my urn, that I insist Linda keeps in the bedroom, " I'm watching"

LOL Wayne.

I'll be creamated as well, Crabby. Hadn't really thought about this much but, on one of my ancestors, John Peter, the grave marker reads:

"Remember man as you pass by. As you are now once was I. As I am now you must be. Prepare for death and follow me."

Kinda spooky, huh? Being a biker, I'll have some of my ashes painted on one of my Harleys. Maybe I'll have a sort of crypt with my urn and the rest of my ashes in it on our land with an encryption that reads:

"Trust me, I'm still on my Harley."

Doc, I also want a few sprinkles of ashes put in the gas tank of the bike, have the bike started up and blow my ashes thru the bike. I figure this way I'll be part of it forever, and when Linda and her boyfriend take it for a ride she won't be going without me...............efg

That's some pretty deep shit! I am not sure what I want to say yet, but it has to be a totally funny, smart ass saying. If people don't leave my tombstone with a smile on their face then I didn't do my job. What if my stone was in the shape of something....maybe a big pile of shit that says "I left my mark on society and now I am just fertilizer".Hhhmm kinda cheesy, I better think on it a bit more!
Love your blog!!

I dunno, you write something catchy for me Crabby.

it is deep shit but its interesting....i don't need an epitaph...i already donated my entire body to the local medical school for students to dissect and analyse.

after that i don't care what they do with remains - they can throw them out to the dogs for all i care...

Poor, Linda. Maybe she could toss a pillow case over you during, well, moments. Sadly, somehow I have a feeling you'd wiggle your way out.

Hey Doc, I like the idea of mixing you with the Harley paint. Then people could say, "Doc put a lot of himself in this bike." ahhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha!

Trouble, I think that's a good one. Definitely go with that.

Hey Tumbleweed! Thanks for the compliment. Stick around and play. I wonder would it be much more expensive to have your stone shaped like shit. Cause I could loan you one of Lucy's loads. After awhile if you don't pick them up they get kind of petrified. I never tried writing on one but I betcha you could.

Milky, if I told ya once I told ya 4 times, I'm not doin all your work for ya. But in this case. snicker snicker. I might make an exception. If ya promise to use what I come up with.

Jane! At least give me a couple of hairs to bury or something. You of all people need a kickin stone. I'll help come up with your epitaph (how in thee hell do you spell that?" Anyway, I'll write one for ya. You can trust me with your final message to the world. Egads! ya know, you just gave me the best idea. By Yiminey! I'm gonna leave my DNA behind to be cloned. there could be a whole army of crabcakes. I get all tingly just thinking about it.

Tingly isn't exactly the feeling I get with a world full of Crabcake clones

Ah. C'mon Wayne, you do too. Just a little. snicker snicker .... hick.

Yeah Wayne, don't be a fraidy cat.

bwahahahaha!

Ok Crabby, I promise. Doesn't matter, I'm gonna be buried WAY up in the east Texas woods where most of the folks can't read anyway. In a pine box.

you can have the hairs crabcake but they will have to be pubic. i want you to write the epitaph! i sense a new career for you! i think you should do it!

"Doc put a lot of himself in this bike."

LMAO That's pretty damn funny, Crabby.

You got it Jane!

I always did fancy a career workin with dead people. They don't give you such a hard time, on acounta they can't talk.

` I suspect my tombstone might have to read something like this: 'I told you not to push the button! Now look what you've done!'