That seems sweet to me, Bev.

That's extremely cool, amyparker! I bet my dad would like that, although needing to go to Seattle for it would be inconvenient.His current plan is cremation and his ashes going to one of the sites hes' worked to rehabilitate for the watershed, but I'm sure composting would appeal to him.

My dad signed the papers to donate his body to science, and I figure it's worth studying how someone could have 5 heart attacks (that we know of) and keep on trucking.

He still hasn't made a fucking will (yeah, the man who's had 5 heart attacks has blithely ignored making a will), and my New Year's resolution is to get him to make one as early in 2020 as possible. He doesn't have much of anything in the way of an estate, so he thinks he doesn't need a will. I've tried to explain to him that even if all he had was his truck and the clothes on his back, he goddamn well needs one. So stubborn.

I actually have no idea what my mom and stepdad want in the way of funerals, but I do know that they have wills.

~ma for your cousin, PMM

I'm sorry, Plei. Some ~ma is heading your cousin's way.

My Dad had all his final wishes laid out: no embalming, no funeral service. His body went directly from the hospice to the crematorium and my stepmom picked them up. She ordered a biodegradable paper package for scattering ashes at sea because she felt that was more dignified than messy windblown ashes everywhere. She asked me to pick a bouquet from my garden to decorate it. Then she booked a room at their favorite Italian restaurant for a buffet for all their friends and invited his relatives to stay at the house for the weekend and chartered a boat. It all felt like it was appropriate for him and that he would have enjoyed himself.

We looked at old pictures and told stories about our memories. It was way better than hiring a stranger to pray.

This Thanksgiving will be a sad time for me. Last year I was so happy he survived his intestinal adventures in Montana and got home just in time for Thanksgiving. Now that I know that was his last turkey day it's good to know that i remembered to be grateful for my Dad while he was here.

My mom: "well those would be nice too but an urn would be special"

I have been laughing at this since I read it.

Thanks, peeps. It's weird. My aunt was 90. The last several years, she wasn't really there at all (Alzheimer's), so I thought I'd made my peace with it, but wow, it hit hard.

For those playing along at home, I am now down to one biological aunt. (My uncle's widow's still around, though.)

And I'm down to one marriage-uncle, but I only ever had two marriage uncles. Both of my brothers married into large extended families so they've got a lot more on their plates.

I'm so sorry, Plei.

I'm sorry, Plei.

My condolences Plei