When I was younger, I suffered from a constant anxiety over the concept of death and dying. One of the things my mind tortured me with was the thought of my body someday rotting away. One option I thought about a lot was encasing my body in a resin much like this hotdog above. However, as I have gotten older, and have more of a handle on my anxiety, I realized that there are worse things that could happen than having your body decay and be eaten by insects. One of those things would to have your body discovered hundreds of years in the future, perfectly preserved, and be put on display in a museum for high school kids to point at and mock your junk, or giggle at the perfectly preserved booger still in your left nostril all these years later. I've since become a big fan of the cremation option.