Sorry KB, that's always going to be hard. Hope you can take care of yourself during this time.
I'm annoyed at people who want to make really specific restrictive bequests.
Like what? Of the "only for left handed chemistry majors from New Jersey" kind of thing, or "only to be used for paying for sharpies for the staff" or?
I made two important phone calls today! Granted, one just arranged to get a quote and we'll see if that actually happens. The other I had to leave a message and they haven't called back. But still! And I'm about to make another one.
KB my heart goes out to you. I wish I wasn't welcoming you to the adult orphan club.
I'm sorry, KB. Even as an adult, it's still hard.
((((((Katie))))))
My parents donated their bodies to the U of IA Med school. When they were done using them, they had the remains cremated. My brother has one of them in a box in his office. One of my sister's has the other. Collectively, the 7 of us can't figure out what to do with them. We have no home town, so no logical resting place.
I wanted to shoot them into space, but no one else was for it.
I'm so sorry, Katie Bee. Much love to you.
I don't like the idea of being cremated. I'd rather rot in the ground and feed an apple tree then be burned up in an oven to be stored in a box on the top shelf of somebody's closet, or dumped somewhere.
When I was growing up in Oregon we lived near a graveyard that had apple trees in it. We'd sit in the trees eating green apples, and chucking the cores at each other and reading the gravestones. Gravestones are cool, and shoeboxes full of ashes are not.
I want a gravestone. I think I finally have an epitaph for it:
ARCHAEOLOGISTS DIG HERE!
people are different and some things are important to some people and not important to others.
Lookie there.
