Beat case scenario: your grave sits unlooked at 99.9% of the time and wastes space. In a couple hundred years some douchebag archeologist who wants to pretend they aren’t a grave robber will fuck with your shit in the name of “science”.
Setup a shrine for your loved ones in your house if you have to. The world is for the living. When I die toss me in the nearest dumpster.
once you die, it’s just meat.
i’ve looked into everything from the logistics of transporting my corpse to tibet for a sky burial, to the legality of having it to fed to wolves on a nature reserve.
the worst/best idea i’ve had so far is to have the reading of my will accompanied by a viewing of the body as it is consumed by scavenger animals, and whoever doesn’t watch forfeits their portion of the will to charity. a “coinage for carnage” exchange, if you will.