So I had to decide--blog another photo of my kids or another one of a cemetery. How do you like my choice? I snapped this shot with my camera phone while out for a walk in the middle of the day a week or two ago. It was a beautiful day and I wish the camera could have captured more of that.
My kids are probably too young at this point for me to have a conversation about what to do with me when I die (besides having swag bags at the funeral!), but I'm not convinced that I want to be buried somewhere. If that's what they want, they'll get their way. Does anyone out there feel passionately about what happens to their remains after they're gone?
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Mount Hope Cemetery
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I want to be composted. See Mary Roach's Stiff for more info.
I second miss e. But there is something about visiting the family cemetery plot that provides a valuable connection. I remember visiting my grandmother's plot one Memorial Day with my parents. Seeing the gravestones of other members of the family prompted stories of a scoundrel and other dark family stories. I think I'd never have heard them if they'd been scattered to the winds.
That said, I think that the current practice of taking up precious land with a body preserved with toxic chemicals is unsustainable.
Oh, can you tell I've been thinking about this?
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