Yes, I am an organ donor.
Funny story (well, it's funny now)....
When my mother died, the organ people at the hospital called to talk to my dad. They said they had to get his consent to harvest her organs and tissues (I'm still not clear why, other than to avoid lawsuits). The woman said she had to ask him specific questions, and record his answers.
So, this woman he doesn't know starts in with every piece of my mom, one at a time:
Can we have her eyes?
Yes
Can we have her liver?
Yes
Can we have her lungs?
Yes
And this went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes. It was surreal, especially since my mom had only been dead a couple of hours. But my dad knew mom was an organ donor, she had talked to us all about it, and it was important to her. So he soldiered on through this ridiculous and unnecessary exercise.
Finally the call was over, and he hung up and we cried.
About a minute later, the phone rings. It's the Organ Lady, sounding terrible. She says "I'm so sorry, but the recorder didn't work. We have to do it over again."
I have often wondered what was going through her mind as she realized her mistake and thought about calling my poor dad back. I'll bet that sucked.
Anyway, one of the bizarre things when a loved one dies, I guess.