Morbid Visions
When I die I want to be buried in a washing machine. Why? Because it will confuse the hell out of archaeologists in 5 or 10 thousand years time. Think about it; If we could get a significant number of people to do this quietly and without media attention we’ll be leaving a false fossil record for our descendants to find. All of a sudden lots of very intelligent people with beards will be forced to revisit the theory that the washing machine was some sort of primitive device for cleaning clothes and will start making up theories about how it fit into religion, the burial process and everyday life. Makes you wonder if ancient man has already tried similar pranks
Incidentally, this morbid vision was bought to you by a conversation at work that all started over joysticks (yes, for playing games) and a Google images search which returned this little gem. A friend of mine said he wanted them for his funeral which reminded me of my bizarre idea. Talk about tangents ![]()




An interesting choice.
I’m planning a more traditional Viking burial at sea.
Well, the Thames.
I reckon being pushed out into the river in a Viking long boat, with archers firing flaming arrows from the river bank in Limehouse.
Should be a good spectacle for the locals.
You could bring it up to date and be pushed out on an old mattress with chavs throwing petrol bombs at you
You are a freak.
er… yes
I want to be buried in a vat of jam.
Firstly, it would immediately reduce the number of old washing machines that one sees on the telly in vast, rotting, heaps.
However, the problem would be with those folk who were too large to be squeezed through the little round door in the front. There would immediately be a premium on second-hand American top-loading machines and the machines that take a larger than average load. This may lead to violence in Comet if supplies of these became dangerously low.
Finally, the benefit would surely come when you are eventually unearthed. Trowel in hand some little archeology robot would be greeted, not by putrid flesh, but by the sweet smell of Lenor - oh, and an odd sock.
@Blue Any particular reason?
@Nanook Comfort pearls actually (can’t be doing with all that nasty pouring from bottles rubbish) but I guess the result is the same