It sounds like a most excellent game, Allyson. I look forward to seeing you and your nephew take the Stinkin' Buggies gold at the next Olympics.
I'm sorry you had to be all Cultural Explanation Girl with your SIL (and irked that she looked shocked at all -- the pine casket isn't
that
obscure a tradition, and other people's funeral arrangements aren't anyone else's business anyhow).
How dare they tell us how young the pony looks and then NOT SHOW US THE PONY?!?!?!
New York City is home and I may have been a New Yorker before I even moved here. A bit of Jersey lives within, however.
I told my folks that if I go first, they should rent a casket for the family viewing and just put me in a refrigerator box for the cremation.
Also, um, aren't the silk-lined shiny shiny monstrosities very -- new? I mean, okay, my coffin knowledge skips from
How the West Was Won
directly to
Six Feet Under,
but the good old pine box is not exactly caveman equipment, you know? It was good enough for cowboys!
(I'm sure that advocates of the open-coffin funeral feel differently, but, I think open coffin funerals are gross.)
My mother has requested a pine box, but that's just because she's quasi-hippie. She also wants to be buried in Maine, but there's no way I'll let her be embalmed, and I'm told it's illegal to transport an unembalmed body across state lines. So she better plan on dying in Maine. Many, many years from now.
Wi fi cups of lurve.
Okay, can I have that go-home dispensation? I'm hovering on the edge of migraine, and if I left now I could nap before my 4 o' clock meeting. Also afterwards.
No funeral for me. Cheapest cremation possible. Spread me out in the cedar grove of my grandparents property and have a kegger after with lots of stories and 80's music and bad 90's rap. No crying.
I'd cry a little. But then I'd tell a dirty story, ok?
No funeral for me. Cheapest cremation possible.
Yep, set me on fire and scatter the ashes, or, if fiscally feasable, have some of my ashes shot into the sun, please. Thanks.