It's Halloween and the portal to the dead has opened, allowing them one more chance to pop in to see how we are doing. At least that's how the story goes.
And speaking of the dead... I heard a thing on National Public Radio today about a woman who wanted to be buried with the remains of her husband and pets and somehow this involved a motorcycle as well. I didn't catch the details but it got me thinking about the whole topic of funeral arrangements.
There are probably thousands of options available to the recently deceased. You could have your remains blasted off into space, of course, or you can have your funeral at home, your home that is.
But if your friends with a lot of "on the go" people, you can try this drive-through funeral home (if it opens back up, which I'm sure will be any day now). Or you can just broadcast your final party online for those who can't make it.
And we haven't even touched on tombstone (or grave markers as they like to call them) options. One thing that seems to be pretty popular now is the photo etched stones where you can have your own picture or favorite car permanently engraved at your final resting place.
And then you have to think about the box in which you are buried, if you go that route. People have been buried with and inside cars and motorcycles.
I saw an ad in the classifieds today for mausoleum spaces. You can by space for you and your loved one "at eye level," which apparently is good real estate when you're dead.
To me this all seems to demonstrate just how shallow a life you really led. Being buried in your favorite car or a tombstone with a picture of your motorcycle, or prime real estate for your dead body is really shallow.
For me, I think I'd rather be cremated. And no, I don't want to my ashes spread of some significant site, just throw them out the window or out with the trash.
But even cremation can lead to some strange happenings. This guy, who weighed in at more than 600 pounds, caused an out of control fire at the crematorium because of all that excess fat that apparently doesn't burn up. Now that's something I would have never thought of.
I am with you on this one, I think I would like a simple pine box myself. Being a firefighter I prefer not to burn, I am sure you can understand why.
ReplyDeleteThe best option I can think of is to have a fire bomb in me, when my heart stops, BAM. Instant cremation, just a pile of ash. That would be great, my luck I would sneeze and burst into flames.
Keep it simple, a pine box on the back acre of my lot. Thats all I need.