Neither, I don't plan on dying.

i have donated myself to a medical school after which I will be roasted,

I'd like to be donated to a body farm, but it's all up to my daughter

I'll be dead. I won't care what anyone does with my body.

I'm a fan of this approach [capsulamundi.it]

Not yet thanks.

Why the binary choice? I want to be fly-tipped

I think when you are no longer round why do you worry whether you want to be cremated or buried

Hung upside down and dried, then cut into small pieces and sent to all churches for holy communion !

I'd prefer to be composted and spread on someone's broccoli plants.

Neither. I want to be minced and donated to the cats at an animal shelter.

Cremated!

I like the idea of being buried, because it's a place people go to remember you. But I'd only want it if it was like the old days, with just a box in the ground. But nowadays they pump you full of chemicals, and the coffins are treated with chemicals, and they put a big concrete vault around it. It's so unnatural now. The thing I would like the best is those things you can buy where they put your ashes in a container with a small tree sapling, and plant you somewhere. But since I don't know of any cemeteries around here that allow that, I guess I'll just have them put me out with the trash. But seriously--cremation, and they can do whatever they want with ashes. I won't care.

Direct cremated; no viewing, no embalming.

I think I'd like to be buried... Seems a nicer way to hang around and give your bits and pieces back to the carbon cycle.

I read this Thomas Hardy poem at my Mum's funeral:

Transformations

Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green shoot.

These grasses must be made
Of her who often prayed,
Last century, for repose;
And the fair girl long ago
Whom I often tried to know
May be entering this rose.

So, they are not underground,
But as nerves and veins abound
In the growths of upper air,
And they feel the sun and rain,
And the energy again
That made them what they were.

I prefer to not die.

“I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don't want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.” Woody Allen