The bathtub near-empty, scab-skin and saliva once submerged, a body kissing the filth with a black-hole mouth, and it came to the same.
We're all made of the same things - carbon and dust. The human being may very well delude itself into thinking there is something else, as though being nice and quiet is to be rewarded later, as though we are all being watched, always. Surely there is nothing wrong with simply living, dying and decomposing within the Earth? The Earth gives you all you have and all you need, and in the end it is only right that your bones return to it, no? It's nothing scary - it's just the way things are, no matter how large the box you're buried in is.
I had a thought the other day that I would very much like to be buried at sea, and maybe my ribcage would become some sort of home for a seahorse or coral or algae.