Crimson’s Creative Challenge #65 – Crisp Visits the Dead.

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My aged companion, Crisp, loved a good cemetery, or should I say any cemetery so long as it was old which in fact meant any place for the dead. On our holiday we came across many such places, to which Crisp would always say: “There are so many, people must have been dying to get into them.”

On this day we were standing in the resting place known as St Pagan’s Home for the Deceased and she was admiring the ornate headstones.

“People went to a lot of trouble didn’t they,” she said, “to remember their loved ones.”

I asked her if she wanted to be buried or cremated and she said it didn’t matter, what did matter was that someone remembered her.

I said I was sure her kids would.

Crisp thought for a moment and said: “It would be nice wouldn’t it, to think they remembered you.”

 

Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/02/05/crimsons-creative-challenge-65/

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15 Responses to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #65 – Crisp Visits the Dead.

  1. Sadje says:

    It would be nice, but would it matter to the one who is dead?

  2. I love that line… people must have been dying to get into here. 🙂
    On this occasion, at least two of my ancestors died to get in here. No grave markers (money was tight, not to be wasted on that) but they are recorded in the parish register.

  3. Lyn says:

    I’m with Crisp. I don’t care what my family do with my body when I’m dead. Bury me in a cardboard box, take me out and dump me at sea… only my shell will be there anyway. 🙂

    P/S My total knee replacement surgery has been brought forward six months and will now happen on 20th Feb. Now I just have to stay healthy for the next two weeks 😀

  4. Indira says:

    Nice. I think children, friends, relatives always remember whether you are good or bad. Maybe occasionally.

  5. Violet Lentz says:

    You just never realize the impression you have made on others, even your children I guess, until it is to late to realize anything at all….

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