I'm up at an odd hour, I feel. I'll be going back to bed, but meanwhile...
I had a conversation about funerals with Russellpants last night. Specifically, family not carrying out your wishes, etc. My mom would have an old fashioned service for me.. open casket, etc. To that I say : nay. I want to be cremated.. and I'd prefer NOT to hang out on someone's mantle. Russellpants wants the old fashioned everyone wear black and cry bit.
My mom has been warning me for a while that she expects me to take over my own life insurance payments.. naturally, I'm opposed.. I'm barely making it as is.. and plus, I clearly won't be the one to enjoy it as I'll be.. you know.. dead. I realize it's selfish and unrealistic.. but the deal is this : my mom would have these lavish final expenses for a funeral done her way.. and better yet.. the Christian way.. which is funny, because I'm not Christian. Really, if it's final expenses you're worried about.. here. I'll leave a twenty in a jar.. you can cremate me.. you can put up a picture of me from like.. seventh grade when my bangs looked like a poodle. Here, I'll throw in another twenty. Take people to Chuck-E-Cheese and order some pizza. I've been dead set on that one for a while now. Bahahaha. Dead set, says I. I slay me.
That topic got us started on cemetaries.. at which point it naturally comes up that I live across the street from a cemetary. It's really a faux cemetary, though. It's a mere square block of headstones.. which got me thinking. That's not even enough for a decent zombie invasion.
It'd be like this :
"Argh. We're here to eat your brains. All five of us. Argh."
"Oh, that's cute. Now go lay back down, living dead."
"Yeah, you're right. Hardly worth it, eh? Take care."
"Great."
Speaking of laying back down...
I had a conversation about funerals with Russellpants last night. Specifically, family not carrying out your wishes, etc. My mom would have an old fashioned service for me.. open casket, etc. To that I say : nay. I want to be cremated.. and I'd prefer NOT to hang out on someone's mantle. Russellpants wants the old fashioned everyone wear black and cry bit.
My mom has been warning me for a while that she expects me to take over my own life insurance payments.. naturally, I'm opposed.. I'm barely making it as is.. and plus, I clearly won't be the one to enjoy it as I'll be.. you know.. dead. I realize it's selfish and unrealistic.. but the deal is this : my mom would have these lavish final expenses for a funeral done her way.. and better yet.. the Christian way.. which is funny, because I'm not Christian. Really, if it's final expenses you're worried about.. here. I'll leave a twenty in a jar.. you can cremate me.. you can put up a picture of me from like.. seventh grade when my bangs looked like a poodle. Here, I'll throw in another twenty. Take people to Chuck-E-Cheese and order some pizza. I've been dead set on that one for a while now. Bahahaha. Dead set, says I. I slay me.
That topic got us started on cemetaries.. at which point it naturally comes up that I live across the street from a cemetary. It's really a faux cemetary, though. It's a mere square block of headstones.. which got me thinking. That's not even enough for a decent zombie invasion.
It'd be like this :
"Argh. We're here to eat your brains. All five of us. Argh."
"Oh, that's cute. Now go lay back down, living dead."
"Yeah, you're right. Hardly worth it, eh? Take care."
"Great."
Speaking of laying back down...
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I dunno... I want to have some fancy gravestone, but I also feel I prefer cremation, because my body's no use in the earth... can one do both? (there's also the possibility of organ donation)
If only I had such civil relations with my local zombie population...