Having a shower tonight, I was surprisingly thinking about the death and my attitude to it. I don't know why - I love life :)
Why should I afraid of my death? I am a traveller - and the death is just one of the destinations that are not described well enough.
I've been to the rainforests and under the water, and I can witness that the life never dies - it just changes its forms. I know that the death of one creature does not make a lot troubles for the Life in general - of course if it was not a representative of the endangered species, but I'm definitely not one of them.
As regards my own death, I'm worried a bit just because I hate and even afraid about the mould - everyone who knows me might confirm that. And I hate the enclosed space without the air and Sun (it's the main reason why I didn't settle down in Moscow).
Also, I'm worried about my death because of my loved ones. My closest family members might be sorry about this, actually, the average statistical event - other just make sorrowful faces and forget about me in the nearest dates, what is normal, indeed. I'm sorry about my loved ones - they haven't been to the Amazonia, or inside of the Ocean, so they might have a kind of illusions about the life and death. So I conjure them - please don't cry: just go to the Amazonian rainforest. You will understand everything.
So, the only thing that might be crucial after I die is that my body might be placed under the ground and my mind might still working. It's a real horror. Being just a human, I can't know if I'll die in the nearest couple of seconds or during the several tens of years.
But whenever it will happen please note that today, at the 12-th of December 2015, I, Alice Allins, officially named as Alisa Tananaeva, the holder of Maltese ID card number 40149 (A), being in my right mind and good memory, sincerely ask everyone who will takes care of my body not to put it under the ground but either to use the special service "Burial at Sea" or to cremate it, if it will be possible.
Since neither my parents and grandparents nor I was born in Russia, I strongly insist not to transfer my body to this country. The burning of my body in Russia or the placing it into the ground without the absolute and inescapable need will be the outrage upon the memory of mine. In the case of my cremation, I want the ash to be dispersed in the Maltese air because Malta is the only country I consider as my home.
Despite that I love the ideas of Jesus as any other great humanistic doctrine, I am not churched, so I bequeath not to make any Christian ceremonies with my body. I want my loved ones to trust me and to believe that my death is one of my journeys, so they should behave accordingly. And for the Gods sake don't take my funeral too serious - please make it as merry as possible. If you don't know how - ask Balinese! :)