My home is in a flight path where many birds nest in spring, and bring babies to our seeds, jelly, grapes, and whatnot...

I'd like to be where they are in the spring, and covered with leaves and snow in the winter...

The University of Arizona medical school, if that makes a difference. Anyway, when they were done with her body, it was cremated and we were contacted to see if we wanted the cremains. We did, and eventually scattered them in a place she'd wanted. So just be aware that the possibility of your cremated remains coming back to your survivors exists. Of course, you can ask them to simply dispose of the ashes as they see fit.

And then my will will stipulate that an English butler will throw my ashes in the face of my worst enemy after saying, "Mr. TlalocW sends his regards and asks you to, 'Suck it, bitch.'"

TlalocW

and it is something I have wanted to do for a while because the price is growing. when my father died, my mom bought two plots for them and the price was 50$ each.

I am amazed that 60 miles west it is so much more expensive.


I think the price is very reasonable in our small hometown. It is where we wanted to be buried no matter where we live when it happens.

We gave a copy of the deed to our daughter and her hubby so that she knows-she is like hubby though and wants no part in talking about things like this.

There are a lot of national cemeteries, and I'm also eligible to be buried at Arlington. I have friends buried there, including one Medal of Honor recipient, but my choice would be cremation, like a friend who is in the columbarium at Arlington.

R.I.P.

I have told them that I do not care whether for research, "green burial", or cremains scattered to a beloved place or just in an urn shouted at or wept with thru their remaining years.

If they choose a plot -- up to them.

It is all about THEM, and not about ME.

Whatever helps them reconcile the transitory nature of life with loving memories of the past and recognition that the past can inform and energize their own futures.

I am OLD, yet do appreciate that my own folks are in plots I can decorate and orally "bring them up to date" on family doings. A ritual for me, which will probably not last too much past the next caring generation.

Will suggest another "ritual" for mine who follow me in absence of a physical plot.

If I were in very bad health or terminal, I don't think I'd let on about it here. But I've thought about leaving instructions for someone to post on my account in the event anything should happen to me.

I know my many friends here would question my absence, and it seems only right that they should have an answer and a resolution.

My only parting message would be, "I love you all. Thanks for the discussions, the fun, and the memories. Love & Peace, pinboy."

You would HAVE to leave a "punny" message!

Or I wouldn't believe it.

any good conclusion.

I want to be cremated, perhaps after everything useful has been harvested. I should have a discussion with my sons about where to dispose of my ashes. There's no family land to place them, and I can't see either of them keeping my ashes for any length of time. Maybe go to a cliff some where and set me free in the wind. That might be nice.

We're doing cremation.

Dog ashes will be with us...joining my father and aunt (his sister) who are already resting in the Princeton Cemetary (NJ)...

Also have instructions for organ donation in my documents

maybe my eyes but I think everything else is worthless...maybe skin for burn victims

but they may be able to dig around and find something!!

"they" are always looking for bodies for research & teaching, so it would still help people in the long run.

or maybe become one of those trees I see advertised every now and then. No plot, no headstone. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

world to as many places as possible that I didn't get to visit, and leaving the dust of me here and there.

I like the idea of Machu Pichu, the jungles of Costa Rica, obscure castles in Ireland...The annual Camel Fair in India, a remote island near Fiji, a glacier in Iceland.. places that SHE should see too before her end comes as well.

A shared experience I think....

Sorry, I just couldn't resist.

with my ashes put in a hole and a sycamore tree planted there. I want my spirit to have a place to call home, a limb if you will to rest on.
My wife wants to be buried with my ashes placed upon her grave. Either way is fine with me as long as there isn't a plot of land 3 ft by 6 ft just for my old stinking ass to take up. We're running out of land as it is now. I'm not a religious person so none of that nonsense there for me

whatever nice feelings I might have about my "resting place" while I'm alive, I'll have no idea if it actually gets used when I'm dead so what's the point?

my husband and our dog. Both have preceded me. I haven't decided if I want to be cremated, as well, but am leaning that way.

I asked the funeral home and cemetery director if this was legal and they both said they do it all the time.

The casket may be a little crowded, but we'll be together forever.

I don't know if it would be legal or not (I need to check). I have asked the husband to spare as many expenses as possible, and throw a major party/picnic outside instead.

After which, I would like a skywriter plane to disperse my ashes along with the message, "That's All, Folks".

that I want to be wrapped in a shower curtain and dumped somewhere in eastern Nevada.

She said that she most certainly will not. So plan B is whatever is most convenient for her.

My dad always told us to hold onto his body until the phone company was digging for new poles...

We went with Plan B too, actually planted him in a burial plot. I'm pretty sure he didn't care, one way or the other. (1974)

It was somewhat comical how his whole funeral went. For example; we all met downtown to pick out clothes for him. Back then, there were actually attendants in every department to help out.

Not knowing that we were shopping for a deceased person, the poor clerk inquired as to whether or not my dad would prefer a button down dress shirt or not. To which my mother (still in shock) replied, "It doesn't matter, he's dead".

To this day, I can remember the look on the salesperson's face, as she took a step backwards, and found some other pressing business to attend to.

Pop would have loved it.

an Alabama forest! Mom talked him down from the ledge and instead he got his military funeral!

they could either further the study of syringomyelia and its related issues, or they could just put me out in their "body farm" for the forensic sciences classes. They actually put corpses out in fields, shallow graves, under water, etc., to help study the breakdown and make major advances in forensic analysis on time of death, how long a body has been exposed to the elements and even what scavenging animals can do.

I love learning/teaching in life, and it would be cool to continue to teach after death. All I know for sure is that I DO NOT LIKE to be locked up in life, and I damned sure don't want to be stuck in a box, 6 feet underground, after my spirit has left this mortal coil. If I can help teach someone after I'm dead, my spirit will be happy. If I'm stuck in a box, 6 feet under ground, I'm coming back to haunt every damn body!!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syringomyelia ... I have the "acquired" type. trauma induced after a construction accident. After looking at my 1st set of MRIs, my Neurosurgeon told me that he didn't know *how* I was able to walk into his office. He said that from the extent pf my injuries that I *should* have been in a wheelchair right then as a quadriplegic. I still see him once a year for an annual MRI & check-up. He cracks a big smile every time I see him, and he always says "You have somebody watching over you, I can't believe that you are *STILL* able to walk!" I just tell him "Well, it was your good work after 2 major neck surgeries, so I owe my life to you".

Peace,

Ghost

With my dad in the military section of a Rochester cemetery - he bought both plots/did pre planning when he was diagnosed in 2011.

My husband and I want to do this -

https://urnabios.com/

We thought we just wanted to be cremated - but in my next life I would like to be a monkey in Costa Rica. At least they can swing from me. I want to be a walking tree in the jungle!

society signed up and ready to take me away.

It's better to plan ahead than to leave this in the hands of possibly emotionally distraught relatives.

ever hear John Prines' "Please don't bury me, down in the cold cold ground"?

about it.

I am hanging on by my fingernails in this economy

on a fixed income. (I bite my fingernails, so my grip is tenuous at best)

I can not afford to die.

Poverty sucks !!!

if you get my drift.

I say it's time to put the FUN back in FUNeral!

near Lori's Oak.

Yes, that's within a stone's throw of the septic field...but then the more durable remains of all I've done are pretty much within a stone's throw of the septic field.

Cremation. Half of me in the Pacific ocean and the other half of me under a Giant Sequoia. I originally wanted to be buried at sea to serve as fish chum but it was too expensive.

either to a medical school or to the University of Tennessee's body farm.

More than likely to the medical school, the body farm is a distance from Austin.

with no end date as of yet.

He and my step mother are sharing a double wide spot and headstone. I asked who gets what if they separate and he said it'd be easier for everyone involved if they just ride this one out.

My younger brother has a plot with his wife already reserved. I however would like to be shot out of a cannon. Not my remains, mind you like Hunter S Thompson, but my actual corpse, launched from my back yard into the front room of the neighborhood rep from our homeowners association.

If not cremation, and the idea of that scares me, so I may not want that.

Embalming fluid is nasty, nasty stuff.

That the surviving spouse, or executor if we die together, must contact at least 3 undertakers and request the absolute cheapest legal disposal method with zero frills beyond what is legally required, and pick the lowest bid.

The emotional blackmail and criminal markup of all the absolutely unnecessary folderol added to getting rid of what is no longer anything but a sad facsimile of a once beloved person is utterly unconscionable to me. Corpses need no wood or silk or brass to burn or decompose with them, and certainly not at several thousand percent markup going into the slimy hands of shysters who will try to convince you the dead shell of a former relative "deserves" them.

Somewhere.

and back home where I grew up. Although as my life goes on, I entertain other ideas.

I want to confuse future archeologists.

My mother used to want to be cremated and have her ashes sprinkled on her ex-mother-in-law's living room carpet.

As long as there is space. If not another veterans cemetery. They are free so no burden to my family.

Family plot. Near my father, mother, grandparents and uncle (on my mother's side). Also my grandmother's family, although I can't list all of them off the top of my head. Three empty plots remain, one for myself and one each for my brother and sister.

What I have given recent thought to is my grave marker. I am not religious so I really don't want the classic "Sacred Heart Of Jesus" style that dominates Christian cemeteries. I am thinking something more like am epitaph reading...

"Fortunately He Kept His Feathers Numbered For Just Such An Occasion" and an etching something like this:





(Yes, it is a misquote.. but what the hell!)


Context:

Maybe from the top of Pen y Gorarth, better known as the Great Orme. It's up in the North and a beautiful spot. Or at Rhaeadr Ewynnol (Swallow Falls) near Betws-y-Coed, also a beautiful spot. As is the entire North of Wales. I am sure they will honor this wish, because they know I could easily become a very vengeful spirit!

I want you to burn this Judas of a body. I don't want to be buried. I've spent enough time lying down. Burn it.

My wife and I will be buried in Fort Custer National Cemetery in Augusta, Michigan.

It IS weird to think about but I just wanted to have all my ducks in a row.

In the last "old" section of the hometown cemetery - 2 for my sister and her husband and the other two for my parents. My Dad is buried there but my sister's husband is estranged from the family and will likely not want to be buried in a town where he never lived.

I don't really care what happens to my remains - I won't be here. I'd just as soon do whatever is cheapest - I once told my husband to wrap me in a sheet and drag my body out in our woods and let it rot. Somehow I think the neighbors and the cops would be a little disturbed by that!

Right now my directives say to cremate me and spread my ashes on our farm. We've joked about making a list of all the injuries I've had over my life and leave my body to a medical school with a forensic program and challenge to students to see how many of those injuries they can find evidence of.

I just looked up what is involved in body donation and the body has to be embalmed ahead of time at the family's expense. I have a philosophical objection to embalming. The nice thing in Florida is if you donate to one of the medical schools, after they are done, they cremate what's left and if the family doesn't want the ashes they are spread over the Gulf of Mexico.

I'm also thinking of investigating making my farm a green burial grounds. Since there would be no markers, that would be a nice way to make sure the farm is never developed and retains its rural nature.