We found a welcoming seat in the middle of the cemetery and were happy to rest upon it.
Crisp, my aged companion had dragged me out to the burial ground as she had a fascination for such places.
“I don’t want to be buried,” she said, “look at all these headstones, neglected, forgotten and going to ruin. We can’t even read the inscriptions they are so weathered.”
I could see what she was getting at.
“Cremate me and throw my ashes anywhere you want, even in the garden if that’s convenient,” she announced.
“You won’t be forgotten,” I said to her.
“I will you know, people forget, generations come and go. Who were these people? No one knows. I doubt if anyone cares now.”
“I see your point. I have had similar feelings.”
“I’ll spread your ashes over the vegies patch. Perhaps that way you can grow a decent tomato.”
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2021/06/23/crimsons-creative-challenge-137/
Morpethroad 
Love the punch line! 🍅
Hi Sadje thanks for the comment
You’re welcome Michael.
Haha. I loved that last line 😂😂😂
Thanks so much Shweta
You’re very welcome 🙂
I like the idea of a sky burial, let the birds dine and disperse the remains, change you into plant food.
Yes a good way to recycle us.
This has always appealed to me, too, but the authorities won’t allow it. Even the Parsees in India encounter resistance & criticism
Wow! I love the ending.
Thanks so much Eugenia
I repeat as has already been said (so perhaps it’ll improve the cucumbers too!)