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My stepfather died of Lou Gehrig's disease (amyotropic lateral sclerosis) back in the 80's. When he was diagnosed, they told us he had about a year and a half to live - which is how long he lasted. One of the positives (if there are any) of that is that when your loved one dies, you (hopefully) have had some time to come to grips with it, so it's more peaceful, and the funeral seems less tragic, somehow.

ANYWAY, we had him cremated - and my mom gave the funeral home a pottery jar (that had been one of his favorites) to put him in. So, when these two somber guys in black suits came to the front door, and my step brother and I opened it and they hand us THE COOKIE JAR, we looked at each other and cracked up. Poor funeral home guys. They didn't quite know how to react. I can remember opening up the jar and looking (looks sort of like sand) and my stepbrother and I wondering if we sifted through it if we would be able to find the gold from his fillings...

We buried him in a cemetary along the river (the cemetary people kept trying to get us to choose one of the plots up the hill, because that little river sometimes flooded up over those lower plots - but we knew he's get a kick out of that.) I remember we read some of his favorite poems, and we each put things in the jar before it went in the ground. I had a little silver locket with pictures of the dog and cat which I dropped in.

Jodi

Don't stop now, Cindy! You're on fire!

Seriously, Cindy...put it out...

:p :p

Let’s be practical; Why waste fertilizer?
I’m dead; I won’t care.

I welcome maggots, vultures, flies, rats and such.
Then I want to rot into the ground to make plants.

Then all that living stuff can make more living stuff.

Nature.
Eternal life.


Oh, and I think it is rude to leave wishes for survivors to do anything with your ashes.
Some people don't want the job.
Sheesh, what about their feelings?
Then, what if they refuse, now they got guilt.
Thanks a lot.
Scatter your own ashes.

I'd like one of these two.......
1. To be plunged at top speed to the bottom of a very deep ocean where I'd implode and leave nothing.
2.To have a sky burial like they have in Tibet. After hauling your carcass to the top of a mountain, a priest/monk/religous person says a few prayers and then dismembers you. He then chucks the remains over the mountain for the vultures.

Let me guess, Lucy, the prayer was a "parting" blessing, right?

Jamie

I've been told I'm gonna rot in heck.

but all the best people will be there... They only sell Belarus pianos.

I think I'll be the shake & bake (or wake & bake) type myself, followed by, of course, a WEENIE ROAST!!

I want to be shot into outer space so that an advanced alien race will find my body and use their superior technology to bring me back to life.

I was asked just this sort of question by a relative over Thanksgiving..."Where do you think you go when you die?" I told her "compost" much to her dismay...

My father-in-law EVER the procrastinator still has his mother in a jar in the garage some 15+ years later....sigh...

My grandmother (my soulmate) was cremated when I was 5 and the urn buried in the back yard of our beloved family summer home in CT.. When the house was put up for sale to support her husband in a nursing home...we dug...and dug...and dug...trying to find it...Finally my Mom and her sister tactfully asked questions of my Grandfather to find out the location...trees grow, ya know....

But even now the owners of the house say "Hello Mrs. ******!" when a wind blows a door open. They feel she still lives there, though her ashes were moved...

I want to be buried and have people someone play Beethoven's Waldstein and Debussy's Pour le Piano at my funeral. And have food for everyone to eat.

I might change my mind in a few decades, though.

I want a concert as my funeral - playing various songs & pieces, ending with Coldplay's 'Amsterdam'.
My friend Holly, however, likes Buddhist monks and wants many of them at her funeral, chanting 'Holly is Dead. Holly is Dead.' It is up to me to tell her parents..