laws, schmaws. When you think you're ready to die, go out into the woods and take matters into your own hands. That way, no one can be procecuted for your being laid to rest the way you wanted to be, and you'll have your way. I'm just thinking that after an entire life time, the little CO2 that I create will be a small matter. Like someone's bbq, but hopefully with a smaller grease fire. Oh, the stories XH can tell.