What are they going to do with you when you go?

Whether you're buried or cremated, they have to do something with you, when you go.
What are they going to do with you when you go?
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First of all, though I have a body, I am not the body.

My body is a vehicle, it gets me around. Once the vehicle is kaput, I step out of it; I have no reason to stay in it. . . unless I was homeless. . . What a ghostly thought.
 

Serious post here, although I have enjoyed some of the more quirky posts.
Hubby died earlier this year and was cremated according to the prepaid funeral plan that he arranged for several years ago. I have yet to collect his ashes.

I have organised side by side niches in a beautiful black polished stone wall in the cemetery where most of our family are either buried or have their ashes scattered.

Hubby wanted his ashes to be scattered so I have the dilemma of granting his wish and at the same time providing a place for our descendants to visit.

My daughter came up with a solution that I think he would approve.

She suggested that instead of interring his ashes at the cemetery, we should take them to a place near an historic arched stone bridge west of Sydney.

Hubby was fascinated by bridges and their development over time, from stone clapper bridges, arched bridges, the Iron Bridge in UK and modern bridges of all kinds.

We will invite friends and family to the stone bridge and have a private ceremony there to say our goodbyes as we scatter his ashes to the wind.

Then we will all have lunch together, either a picnic or at an hotel.

The empty niche at the cemetery will serve as a time capsule in which we will place significant objects and a written history of his life. Words spoken at his funeral and wake will also be preserved inside the niche, which will bear the usual biographical details and these words that were spoken by his Lodge brethren -

"He lived respected, his loss regretted".
When my time comes, it will be up to our children to decide what to do with my ashes but I think I will yet have time enough to tell them what I would like to happen.
 

Seriously, what does it matter to the ones who die. You should be asking the ones who are left to consider such things. A better question would be... "What will you do with the dead remains of the ones you used to love?" If you love them while they lived, then they have no other concerns.
 
I imagine that I’ll be taken to a taxidermist, and wind up grinning toothily from someone’s mantle, where my glassy eyes will haunt them forever…
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Then again, there’s something to be said for going out with some kind of final performance art…

 
Well, I guess I'm the odd one here..... my Wife and I have made (and paid) burial arrangements here in plots next to her relatives (mine are in Illinois, we are in Texas). Before my marriage (#2), my plan was to be cremated and my ashes spread over the Illinois Central RR tracks in Anna, Illinois. This is where I spent time with my Grandmom at her house (see my avatar) next to the tracks. Such a wonderful, peaceful place in the 1950s!
 
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Lia will make tissues available to the various doctors who have studied her condition but then wants cremation. I think she likes the idea of there being a place near her parents remains where hers could go.

I’ve given up on the idea of asking friends to backpack my fresh remains to where scavengers can be fed - we’re too toxic apparently. I just want my remains to rejoin the food chain but if flies must be the angels that carry me on so be it.
 


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