His body wouldn’t take up unnecessary space in a grave yard, a cremation wouldn’t pollute our airs, instead he would be given back to the land and the wildlife that he loves. If you knew him you’d understand, he’s down at our beach everyday, it’s the thing that brings him fulfillment. That said I will be avoiding the carnage area until I’m sure he’s gone. You won’t find me collecting bones afterwards, that’s a little too morbid for me — even as obsessed with death as I am. And I’m not as advanced as the monks who meditate in Nepal’s charnel grounds. I’ll let the animals and the elements take him.