I would probably say the lights go out and youre through... I'm certainly not firm on that though.

I've had this fascination ever since I was a child about the water cylce, water being the bringer of life to this rock. I think sybolically, I want to become water when I die. Wether or not my 'soul' is there to see it. There's this beautiful mountain stream up in this park along the continental divide (god, I'm so lucky to live here). You drive like a half hour up this nasty rugged dirt road, you hike through these mountain glades and forests, through feilds of wildflowers, past waterfalls and over rocks, and you come to this stream-well, kinda like a little waterfall/stream thingy, the word "cascade" comes to mind. That is my spot. I feel a deep connection in my soul with that one place. When I die, I want to be cremated, and I want my family to take my ashes all the way up to that place, and dump them in the stream. I don't want my children and grandchildren to come to some packed, putrid depressing cemetary when they feel the need to think of me... I want them to come see something beautiful... I want them to revel in the glory of creation, and maybe they'll go home thinking of death as something beautiful, and not ugly. When they're too old or decrepid, or if they move to somewhere far away, they can visit any stream, any spring, any beatiful pond, lake or ocean and remember me there. They can look up to the clouds and remember me there. I wan't the tiny particles of my ashes to float down the stream, into the arkansas river, down to the gulf of mexico. I want them to get whipped up in hurricanes, I want them to float lazily through the air. Thats what I want.

Sorry, a little OT. i guess this is the "on-topic" forum.