I gave him my heart, and he gave me a pen.

February 22, 2007

The thing about death...

OH WHAAAH - Anna body is decomposing. People, that is what happens when you die, and if she had lived with an OUNCE of self respect there would not be a question of the paternity and maybe she could have died with a little dignity.

**no more anna nicole...i promise**

All this death has sparked a debate in my house. The hubby known as J's final wishes are to be cremated and scattered in the ocean, I want to be buried. J's reasoning is this - burials are expensive and he does not want to rot in the ground.

My reasoning is a little frightening. Foremost, I don't want to be burned, second (and most morbid) is this, I have had a lot of death in my life. My oldest sister died when I was 6, and my mom at 16. They are buried next to one another, and my step-dad on the other side of mom. I went there A LOT and would tell them what was going on with me etc. If I didn't have that, I really think I would have just forgotten all about them. (Does this make me nutty?) If I were to die tomorrow, I would want the baby known as M to have that same bit of sanctuary.

J attributes my morbidity to the fact that I was raised Catholic and was shamed into hanging on to everything.

So, what is your opinion? Buried or fricasseed?

2 comments:

TJ said...

Well first, I've been to a crematory and it is the most repulsive scene EVER. I'm sure they're all bad, but the idea of being slid into an oven and set ablaze is just awful.

I absolutely want to be buried but I don't want a casket or box of any kind, I just want to be wrapped in a cotton sheet and put in the ground. I think "green funerals" are the newest thing for this and is the most appealing out of all the available choices.

But you're right about family having a place to visit. It gives them a sense of connection.

Unknown said...

I tell my hubby he can throw me in a pine box or cremate me, it doesn't matter because *I* am not there anymore. That's just my shell. It depresses me to think of my family hovering over my dead body in some cemetary. I'd much rather you live your life in a way honoring to my memory. If I was worth loving, remember me in LIFE, don't mourn me in death. Just MHO. :)