My friend Tee Shirt says that being cremated is his last hope for a smoking hot body. Tee thinks it bad enough that we have to die but we also must pay big bucks for our own disposal. And the choices are all gruesome. We can burn ourselves. We can bury our bodies to rot in the underground with who knows what creepy companions. We can freeze ourselves to be resurrected as part of some future Frankenstein experiment. We can be stripped for our parts if we have any healthy ones left. And we willingly sign up to pay for these options as we seek to control our own destiny even when dead. Tee says that is because anything is better than leaving our disposal up to a trained assassin in a revenge murder plot. I need to keep my distance from Tee.