"He goes back to his maker."
"By Hera! Ven, what are you talking about? It sounds like the superstition of a creator."
"This bottle, Master, recycling you know. We don't do that with humans."
"Well, Nature does, but we make it a hard job for her, with all this cremating."
"I don't understand."
"Don't you see that this burning, destroys the complexity of
the molecules. They otherwise could serve as good food for worms
or fishes, if we committed our used bodies to them. Besides, the
energy and oxygen that is used could be put to far better use,
AND it pollutes the air. I hope, Ven, when I kick the bucket, you
will not burn my body. Just put it in the soil somewhere."