Sounds morbidly romantic, but when I die, I’d rather be buried. My infrared energy crossing the vacuum of space is of no use to anybody or anything at any time. Put me in the ground, six feet under, and let the worms and microbes crawl in and out of my carcass as they dine upon my flesh. Let the root systems of the plant and fungal kingdoms of life extract nutrients from my body. The energy content of my molecules, which I had assembled throughout my lifetime by consuming the flora and fauna of this Earth, will return to them, continuing the biosphere’s cycle of life.
