I like graveyards but have no desire to take up space in one.
Me too. Part of me would like to have my ashes shot into space, but another part of me sees that as a huge waste of resources.
I know! Use my ashes to fertilize catnip....
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I like graveyards but have no desire to take up space in one.
Me too. Part of me would like to have my ashes shot into space, but another part of me sees that as a huge waste of resources.
I know! Use my ashes to fertilize catnip....
My brother got this crazy idea somewhere that he wants a bench to be made of his bones (including skull) in a park or somewhere, with a vaguely pompous plaque that then invites you to sit your ass down on him. He wants to continue to unnerve and alarm people in death.
A lot of my relatives are buried down in Colma, which I only learned recently. Don't know which cemetery, though.
Having purchased my burial plot, I have gotten to lie on the grass where coffin will be buried and check out the ambience. FTR, it's lovely.
Love Emperor Norton. In favor of Empress Jilli.
I already have a grave site, in Massachusetts. The cemetery where my grandparents and several other relatives were buried was filling up, so my mom purchased six plots -- her own, my dad's, me, my sister, and our future husbands.
I went to the gym, did not kill any tourists on the way home, and my arms are sore from lifting weights. Someone send a cabana boy chef to my place so he can make me dinner.
Or I could just heat up leftovers and cook tomorrow.
And ALLYSON! YAY! Just catching up.
I think my mom bought grave plots for me and my sister, but if I'm buried I don't want to spend eternity in Hartsville TN.
If you're cremated, you can fit many more people in the family plot, as it turns out...
We used to hang out at the cemetary where my grandparents are all the time. Last time I was in the area I went and had lunch there.
When my mom died, we knew we wanted her there. (Back to Canada, to her home and all. And she had a horror of cremation.) They had one plot open in the main area - right next to her parents. I mean, immediately next to them. I'm sure they had just revised the standards and decided they could squeeze one more in between them and the big tree a yard or so away. But jesus. That may have been the one time in the world that made me feel like there was something - karma, power, whatever. It kind of gives me chills still.
Cremains creep me out because there's often an identifiable tooth or finger bone left over. Maybe if they promised to run me through a food mill, or a little mortar and pestle afterwords I wouldn't mind.
I like graveyards but have no desire to take up space in one.
The opposite for me: I want to take up space. I want my body in the earth and providing nutrients to the soil. I don't want to be embalmed, really. Just wrapped in linen and planted six feet deep.