It occured to me *why* i insist upon burial vs. cremation. (beyond the whole piss-in-my-pants fear of fire.) it stems back to this childhood dream i had once. in the dream i had died. i was in my casket in the ground and the foot of the casket was a small door. a door with a tiny doorknob. i opened the door to find a tunnel in the dirt. it was when i began to crawl through this door (how i got myself turned around in that box who knows) i woke up. so i never got to take the slide down. ;)