Cool, Perfectly cool

I have heard about one Zen nun. She died, but before she died she asked her disciples,

What do you suggest? How should I die?

It is an old tradition in Zen that masters ask. They can die consciously, so they can ask. And they are so playful even about death, so humorous about it, joking, laughing, they enjoy devising methods how to die.

So disciples may suggest,
Master, this will be good; die standing on your head. Or someone suggests, Walking...because we have never seen anyone die walking.

So this Zen nun asked, What do you suggest?

They said, It will be good if we prepare a fire, and you sit in it and die meditating.

1963. Thich Quang Duc, the Buddhist priest in Southern Vietnam,
burns himself to death protesting the government's torture policy
against priests. Thich Quang Dug never made a sound or moved
while he was burning.

She said, This is beautiful and never heard of before. So they pre-pared a funeral pyre, the nun made herself comfortable in it, sat in a buddha posture, and then they lit the fire.

One man from the crowd asked, How does it feel there? It is so hot that I cannot even come nearer to ask you ? that's why I am shouting. How does it feel there?

The nun laughed and said, Only a fool can ask such a question: How does it feel there? There it always feels cool, perfectly cool.