well, my artist gets my skin, by his request. wants to stretch it over lampshades and into picture frames n shit. whoever needs whatever organs can have em, for whatever reason. although i can't imagine why anybody'd want a set of lungs that look like crumpled trash bags. my skeleton goes to my furry angel, or if he's no longer around, whatever dog might be in my life at the time. all that's left is muscle and sinew. *shrug* burn it, toss it in a field, feed it to the fish, donate what's left to a necropheliac society... what have ya. it's just a body.