With this organic urn, you can become a tree when you die

There's an increasing trend of people choosing cremation over burial as a funeral rite. Why? Because in most cases, cremations are cheaper, and they offer some flexibility for the family in terms of memorial service. Some people wish their ashes to be scattered, while others choose to keep their remains in an urn or in special jewelry. I don't know about you guys, but when I die I want to be immortalized as a tree.

This is possible with Bios Urn, a biodegradable vessel made from coconut shell, compacted peat and cellulose that turns ashes into a beautiful tree. Designed and created by Barcelona-based Gerard Moline and Martin Azua, the urn comes with either pine, gingko, maple, oak, ash or beech tree seeds, but just about any type of seed or seedling can be used.

The ashes are stored in the lower part of the container and the upper section holds soil. Eventually, both the urn and ashes become part of the subsoil. In case you didn't know ashes, including those from cremated remains, are a good sources of phosphorus for plants.

Now that's the tree of life!

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