Let this be my official statement to the world that, no, I'd rather not be buried in a box and put in a hole, but rather have my remains inserted into this biodegradable urn made from coconut shell, compacted peat and cellulose, inside which contains the seed of a tree. Plant me in the backyard or a lovely field or in the middle of a peaceful wood and I will grow into a lovely oak, or cherry blossom, or whatever is appropriate for the climate. It doesn't really matter at this point, does it?
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