I must say, I didn’t think anyone would be brave enough to try it just yet. But clearly the Welsh are made of sterner stuff than most. The Cambrian government has announced plans to change from an opt-in system for organ donation (like we all have now – you must explicitly state that you want to give) to an opt-out one.

Come 2015, its citizens – like those in Spain, Belgium and France – will be presumed to be donors unless they state otherwise. When Spain introduced its system of ‘soft’ presumed consent, the number of donators doubled.

This is a brave move by the Welsh Executive. The question of organ donation is one that divides people so sharply that governments usually stay as far away from it as possible. But maybe when centuries of Druidic sacrifice are a proud part of your nation’s history, maybe you are less fazed.

I hope the law is passed and I hope that the rest of the British Isles follows suit. I’m one of those people who thinks that after I’m gone, you can and should strip me and sell me for parts. Well, not sell, actually, that would be the very antithesis of my grand and generous gesture, but you get my drift. Up to nine people can be helped by a single donor, so please, press every bit of me you can into further service. Use everything, as they used to say of pigs, bar t’squeak. Although if technology has advanced sufficiently by the time I meet my Maker to render it useful, then take t’squeak too.

Why? Because I won’t be needing it. The me that matters will be gone. The body – which was frankly never much to write home about anyway – will be all that’s left, and will become arguably more use in death than it ever was in life. Sure, it got me from A to B, saw me safely through some good times and bad, but it has never healed anyone, let alone the multiple individuals who could be helped if the surgeons help themselves to my liver, corneas and everything in between.

Many people feel differently, including many of my own friends. They wouldn’t want their bodies violated – as they see it – in this way. Of course I understand that response. There is something primal that resists the notion of not going to the grave whole and, if I’m honest, one that still beats faintly under my own “official” stance. But just because something is natural does not mean it’s right. What marks us out from the beasts is our ability to reason and sift through sentiment to find whatever truth lurks underneath.

"When I'm gone, use my parts"