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?

Change going forward..

RockStar Mommy (not sure how to link) has an interesting topic about mothers and daughters.

My mother died when I was 16, outside of what my older brothers and sisters tell me, there are many unanswered questions I have.

I could go into what happened, but that is many other posts for many other days.

If I can get some traffic here... I would like everyones opinion on how to avoid the sins of parents past?

I'll take some lurve how to do the links too..

and go....