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A real, honest-to-god funeral pyre somewhere in the woods, and a raucous wake with great music and lots of booze for all my friends would be great.
But since I live in one of the most densely populated areas of the world and local law enforcement does not approve of such gatherings, I'll probably have to settle for a standard cremation and having my ashes scattered afterward in whatever bit of nature is still left by then.
(even that is illegal here, ashes may only be scattered in a designated area in the local graveyard — but what the hell, can't give in all the way right...)
None of those fancy tricks like having my ashes worked into jewels, etc... If there are any useful organs left in me when I kick the bucket they can have those, but after that I want to be left in peace.
"All four of the funerals I've been to have had problems somewhere along the line so I guess whatever you choose it'll never go the way you plan anyway."
There's a valuable lesson in there somewhere, I guess - as long as it's nothing too serious and you can still put it in perspective. Though the times I remember something like that happened, I simply didn't give a damn.
Speaking of which, there was an article in a local newspaper a couple of days ago about a pit that had been dug with the wrong dimensions, where the mourning family got to watch as two gloriously inept gravediggers spent over half an hour trying to squeeze and wring granny's coffin into the grave, damaging coffin and headstone in the process and cursing all the way. Top-notch comedy if you see it on the telly, but to have that happen to you for real... |
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