What happens to my body after death.

I got an email from Recompose, the funeral home I am using, saying they need info about me for the death certificate. It was nothing huge, just familial information, and personal information. Filing that form brought back the reality of the situation. One pain in the ass thing was the form was in PDF, and you can't edit a PDF in Chrome without an Adobe Reader app. Took me awhile to figure things out, I ended up installing Adobe Reader itself. I can't believe how long it took me to figure that out. I don't know if my cognitive abilities are just really reduced, or it was just the fear of what I was doing that gave me such a hard time. I got it done, but Recompose also mentioned I was responsible for the transport of my body from Sequim, on the peninsula of Washington to Seattle, where Recompose is. That's about 90 minutes to 2 hours away. I really haven't thought that part out yet. I'm guess calling a taxi is probably out of the question. One time I had to have my Audi Q5 towed (flatbed) to the dealership in Edmonds (north Seattle). Maybe the tow truck dude would tie me down to the flatbed and haul me. He seemed like a really nice dude. When he hauled my car he told me not to forget my stash I left on the front seat. Made me wonder if 'stash' is the right word anymore, I mean, the shits legal, I don't have to stash it anywhere.

At the moment I am sort of at a loss as to get my body to Seattle. I will probably ask hospice, they seem to have the answer to a whole lot of shit. Trippy, I'm shaking right now, like all of me is shaking, not just my hands. Probably just cold, it is Washington during the summer, so that's not out of the question. Since I decided I wanted to die at home, hospice has said that whey will have someone here; plus, at that point I will probably have a 24 hour nurse to administer pain meds. Fuck, I don't know...I've never done this before. Would have been nice if this type of thing had been included in Home Ec or whatever in high school. Also makes me wonder about people who die in car accidents or fall off of a cliff, or just fucking OD. I mean, their body still has to be removed and taken to a funeral home at some point. Who pays for that, the state, then the state gets it from the family, if there is one? See, I get to think about all kinds of weird things that I have never thought about before. And learning something new is always a positive, right? This kind of thing takes all the fun out of cancer. Having cancer isn't as fun as it seems, I think I want my money back.