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Bus company will pay for my disposal. Won't be my fault.What if you were hit by a bus and nothing usable remained?
Bus company will pay for my disposal. Won't be my fault.What if you were hit by a bus and nothing usable remained?
What if you were hit by a bus and nothing usable remained?
Uh, ok. What if you got hit by lightning and fell off a cliff and nothing usable remained? What becomes of your donation to science then?Bus company will pay for my disposal. Won't be my fault.
For me, the visitation/funeral isn’t about the deceased...it’s about the friends and relatives left behind.
What if you were hit by a bus and nothing usable remained?
They say the only thing certain in life is death and taxes. I know this is a morbid subject, so I apologize in advance.
My brother-in-law’s father passed away recently. He was a man who I always felt to be a third grandfather to me. After experiencing some health complications, he ended up passing with cancer and I still haven’t processed the fact that he’s gone. So many good times were had together over the years and it’s hard for me to accept the fact.
Nonetheless, both of my BIL’s parents are gone now, so he recently started thinking about end of life arrangements. Both of his parents and grandparents are resting in the same cemetery, so he decided that he needed to think about pre-planning. He wants to be in the same area as his family, so he bought two plots, one for him and one for my sister.
He later called and spoke to my parents and told them space was limited and asked if they’d also like a few plots next to them. So, after some consideration, my parents bought four plots all next to each other. This past weekend, my grandparents came down to visit from out of state and dad wanted to drive over and show them the plots he bought. I find it rather morbid, but I suppose it’s something that will have to be thought about at some point in time and that it’s nice to have this already taken care of, but it also seems a bit pre-mature.
Has anyone else pre-planned for their final arrangements or been down this road with a family member?
Actually, they send the remains back. My father-in-law donated his body to the local med school. He said that was the only way he would get to go there. We just assumed that was the end of it until about a year later when his cremains showed up in the mail. My mother-in-law then promptly lost them. We later found them under the buffet in the dining room. They remained in my hall closet until she passed and then my sister-in-law "gift wrapped" the box and tucked it into mom's casket.They usually pay for disposal and delivery of the cremains.
When I was young and stupid, I thought it would be cool to be freeze-dried and powdered, then distributed into a million McDonald's hamburgers. That way, everyone could "Eat Me."
Now that I am a veteran, I choose to be buried in my local Veteran's Cemetery. With honors...
That’s sounds horrible.They also had a part about a gentleman with cancer who chose to go on his own terms under Californias 'death with dignity law'. Invited his friends to a celebration of life with videos and slideshow accompanied by adult beverages. When someone asked him 'so how much time do you have?' his answer was 'Tuesday 10am'. And that's what happened . With his wife and his kids on his side, he took a cup full of dissolved narcotics, fell asleep and was gone. His kids placed him into a pine casket he had built as a last carpentry project with one of his sons.
That’s sounds horrible.
By the time they find me, nothing will be left...Uh, ok. What if you got hit by lightning and fell off a cliff and nothing usable remained? What becomes of your donation to science then?
That’s sounds horrible.
Cremate me... I have no need for this body in heaven.
To avoid the expense, you can donate your body to science at the nearest medical University... They usually pay for disposal and delivery of the cremains.
I'm spending all I got on flying...
If the heaven comment triggers you, I'm sorry. That's what I believe...YMMV.
I sometimes worry about my mom. She is 87, turning 88 next month. She is the oldest living family member right now. She has outlived all others in the family from her generation.
I can't help to think that all her family and friends are in heaven thinking....''I wonder where Evelyn went.??''
For myself, I am working on a video funeral. I will be sitting there on the giant screen, looking into the camera, greeting people as they walk in until it is time to start. Then I will say, ''Ok folks, find a seat, we are about to start. I know most of you here are Southern Baptist so there is a lot of food to eat after the service, so the quicker we start the quicker we get to the food.''
I'll spend a few minutes going over my life, and talk about a few people that had a positive impact on my life, and some of the things I did. There will be some pictures in the video of things I did in my life. Then I'll talk about my wife.
There will be a pause for the preacher to speak, then time for a couple songs. At the end I will thank everyone for coming, then I will climb into a race car and make a few high speed passes, then I'll park the car and climb into a plane. I'll do a couple low passes, then one last pass and climb into the sky towards the setting sun, while the song "I'm Walking On Sunshine" is blasting out the speakers.
Then as my casket is being wheeled out, the song, "Don't You Forget About Me'' will be playing.....
Copies of the video on CD will be sold in the lobby.....
Someone has to make the caskets, I don’t have a problem with that. And I’d rather be buried in a pine box than giving $10k+ to a rip-off industry, but a father/son carpentry project sounded a little too morbid for my tastes. Since the “kid” is 50, it really isn’t that big of a deal.Honestly why? It was only my great-grandfather’s generation who might be able to find a funeral home within a few hundred miles on horseback of anywhere my families lived that would even have pre-made caskets.
Making caskets for family members, was pretty normal.
The pretty/fancy things were for the city folk until commercialization and easy truck shipping came along. That was my grandfather’s generation.
I suspect even my grandfather helped make the one for his nine year old sister during the Great Depression. Two people ago, as they say.
If you want to go out “Old School” there is a place in CO you can have an outdoor pyre done.
That’s sounds better to me than a 10k box or a gas oven.
There is another little known option and that is natural burial and what I have decided I would like... I find great peace in it. There are natural burial cemeteries in every state. No toxic chemicals to pollute the earth, and the concept of creamstion bothers me (not for anyone else- but for me it’s unsettling)
In natural burial you are buried in a linen, whicker, cardboard or other easily biodegradable casket... your body returns to the earth in weeks like what’s gone on for millennia... my remains will re-enter the life cycle... I find non-religious comforting spirituality in that. If my kids want a stone fine- if not no need to do it “for me”. My body will return to our earth I’d rather have my kids spend an afternoon enjoying the beauty of her than visiting a stone with my name on it, that the truth is being a generation and a half there will be no one to visit it anyway or know who the hell I was...
Certainly not judging any way of doing it, just sharing what I found and the peace it has brought me in thinking of that eventual cost of living...
you can find real wood coffins, whether pine, or oak or other material, you may have to call around, but we found 1 12 or so years ago, & that's my wish, as for mention of glass top, look up Victorian coffins, they had glass panel at head, figured its worth a laugh, & some people use their coffin in their home for book case until its time to use he coffin.I'm sorry for your loss.
I'm also thinking about building my own coffin, mainly to save some money. Coffins are crazy expensive considering that you only get one use out of them. I'm thinking about something simple, but tasteful, and made of wood. I figure I can put a glass top over it and use it as a coffee table until the need arises.
Rich
Depart with full tanks, set the AP westbound over the pacific, pilot skydives out before leaving land and let the chips fall when she sputters her last combustion event.
That's a nice and comforting option in many ways. Like you said, the body goes back to the earth, as has been going on for many millennia. I've never felt that modern embalming makes a great deal of sense, but to each his (or her) own.
I also like @Zeldman 's idea. I think that's a neat idea and I've had similar thoughts.
Yeah they'll do that around here too.If you are cremated around these parts, the Funeral Home will rent you a casket (new interior included) if you want a wake/viewing with an open casket. Very nominal cost vs casket, vault, grave etc.
Cheers
I've always thought expensive caskets were kind of silly.
Interesting how they can double dip by 'renting' the casket for a few hours, than ultimately turn around and sell it to someone for burial at another service.
Interesting how they can double dip by 'renting' the casket for a few hours, than ultimately turn around and sell it to someone for burial at a later date.
Also remember folks- there are no laws of where visitations and such have to take place, they can be done in a home or wherever without a representative of the western funeral industry.
While on this topic, here’s a question for the audience.
I noticed while I was in California that many of the funeral homes are not called a funeral home but rather a mortuary. Why is this? Is it just west vs. east coast variation?
A couple of years ago we were asked to come to a very German thing. I don’t know what you call it, but our dear friend’s mom was terminally ill, bedridden at home. Instead of hospice care in a facility, hospice was at home and her bed was in the living room. Visitors were asked to stop by and visit, for as little or as long as they liked.
She was on lots of pain meds but she was alert and talking at times and other times asleep. We were there for a few hours.
Various people came and went. We saw old pastors, her son arrived a little bit after us, along with his kids. We got to see the kiddos say goodbye to their grandma. Something most of the time that’s very private. They wanted lots of friends there.
Of course her husband who’s also a dear friend and pseudo parent to both of us was also there. We hugged him and talked a while.
Was a very interesting experience. Very different from after someone passes. She passed two days later quietly at home. Various other people were present besides the family we heard.
Mixed here. Don’t know why. Have both.