As a biologist, I find DNA to be fascinating and oh-so-important. There are times in my life when I've said that when it comes down to it, "everything is chemistry". But I also understand that this is rather reducing, and it dismisses even my own life experiences.
If someone found my bones (which they most likely won't, since I plan on being cremated), they may be a bit confused by what they see. They may see a typical female bone structure, with perhaps denser bone patterns that'd be typical of a male.
But what they won't see, is every thought or experience that made me who I am. They won't know about the spelling bee I won in elementary school, or the way I held onto my sister's shoulders when I hugged her. They won't see the joy I experienced when I drove a car for the first time, or the way I smiled after taking a bite of tiramisu. They won't find any marks showing the mental suffering I endured in my lifetime, nor will they find any evidence of my gratitude towards the people in my life. They won't find any evidence of the way I passionately talked about DNA, either. They will have no idea that they are looking at another man who loved the sciences as they love it.
They will just see bones.
And I will be long gone, too.
I don't really bother myself with the idea of how my corpse will present itself after death. Instead, I'm much more interested in the people who care about me and know me as I am today, in the flesh, alive.