My skeleton will, most likely, last longer than I do.
I am not built on it - it was grown within me, is grown within me every day.
It’s so cool!! This scaffold of calcium I maintain that makes my blood and acts as the shield for my guts is deeply fascinating!
I wish I could unzip my hand and look at the bones.
If I had to have a body part amputated, I’d want to save it, have it cleaned, and keep the remains mounted and preserved on my desk.
The single most prized possession I could ever have would be my skeleton outside of my body. There is serious impracticality involved, the process of getting it out and surviving not being the least of it, but I would be so hype.
While I don’t give a shit what happens to my body when I die, I would be extremely excited if someone did something interesting with my bones. Make jewelry, stand me up in a jaunty pose and use me as a Halloween decoration, anything! It would be so sick (complimentary)!