Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Woodstock
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
This is why i want to be cremated and used as fertilizer. Might as well speed the process, id hate to be pickled, and NOT rot in box for eternity.
Think about if you were a dinosaur, stuck in the ground for 200 million years, only to be pumped up as oil and turned into a disposable tampon applicator for (another) eternity.
It aint me.