A girl and I were sitting under the stars at around 2 in the morning this past Saturday night, our minds a little tinged with wine.
She asked what I would want to happen to my body after my death.  
I responded that, since I would not wish any piece of me to go to waste, I would like to be left naked at the base of a tree.  I would wish that a fox would pass by and make a fine meal of me.  With any luck, I told her, that fox would be pregnant, and the gestating tufts of fur inside would make nutrients of my cells.  That way, in some cosmic sense, I would live on as a litter of foxes.  
I was only half joking when I said all of this.  

A girl and I were sitting under the stars at around 2 in the morning this past Saturday night, our minds a little tinged with wine.

She asked what I would want to happen to my body after my death.  

I responded that, since I would not wish any piece of me to go to waste, I would like to be left naked at the base of a tree.  I would wish that a fox would pass by and make a fine meal of me.  With any luck, I told her, that fox would be pregnant, and the gestating tufts of fur inside would make nutrients of my cells.  That way, in some cosmic sense, I would live on as a litter of foxes.  

I was only half joking when I said all of this.