The problem with cremation

I just thought of my brother again. He resides in my closet up north with our mother. Or half our mother. My so’s mother is riding around in his brother’s truck. My so’s best friend had his uncle in the car trunk for years. Sigh.

Part of my mom is in a little Tupperware-like container on the bookshelf next to the container I use to live-capture spiders and centipedes. Hope I don't accidentally confuse the containers!
 

Two friends of mine were in the funeral escort business for years. They both said that before they retired the business in general was way down, and escorts were becoming rare. As per they guys that took over the service, where they used to be busy all day, most days, now they literally sit and wait for the phone to ring.

Cremation is on the rise, and when the urn is buried , it is just a small family service.
My fathers urn is in a niche, in the chapel @ the crematorium . Which I always thought odd due to him being an atheist . But there are some other family there.
 

Cut out the middleman and deal direct with the undertaker. Arrange a prepaid revocable trust with the undertaker.

Also, check the cemetery where your family is buried to see if you can have your ashes buried in an existing grave.

I’m being buried at the foot of my grandmother’s grave and chose a simple flush to the ground granite marker, which is now in place.

Those simple choices saved thousands.

Now when I die all that needs to be done is to have someone call the undertaker and he will pay the crematorium and the cemetery, from the trust.
There really is no family 'plot' . My mother is buried clear across town, and my father is in a chapel in a niche next to his last wife ..... I don't want to go there.
I figure I'll stay local ?
 
None of my immediate family that have passed were cremated. The last three "viewings" and funerals I attended, there was a body and open casket.
They were discussing this yesterday at Bible study when I walked in and I got the drift that not too many were going to be cremated.
About 10 years ago, I went to a casual acquaintance's funeral and when I walked in, I was looking for a casket, but didn't see any. When I inquired of the person that seemed to be in charge, he said she was cremated and I was taken aback a little. This was new to me.
Now it seems that most people are opting for cremation and either have the urn of ashes present, or just a photo for remembrance.
 
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I think there are some cultures where when you die, your body is left on a the shore of a lake or river for the vultures and other scavengers to devour. That's what I'd like to do with my body when I'm dead and gone. It's probably not allowed anywhere in the U.S., though, so I'll probably just be cremated.
 
When you're dead, you're dead. I want to be cremated, and my ashes throw down my septic tank. You would not believe the grief I had to go through over legalities in septic permits, at closing. I doubt what happens to my body when I'm dead will be a great concern to me. I can appreciate wanting to keep what used to be a loved one close. And I can also see Great-great-great Uncle Fuzzybuddy's urn getting tossed out on trash pickup day.
 
My mother always wanted her ashes poured into the rushing creek behind her house. She said she always wanted to see the Pacific Ocean and her property is west of the Continental Divide (US), so theoretically, she would end up in the Pacific. That is what we did.

A few months later, I learned that creek flows into an irrigation canal for farmers in the county.
 


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