One of the unspoken aspects of aging is what happens when we stop aging and cease to be, that is die!
There’s no escaping it though I read this morning of certain drugs that can slow the aging process. But no matter which way you look at it, there is that inevitable end.
So I looked at my own situation and decided to take matters into my own hands.
I have set up a pre-paid funeral plan.
Not that I have any intention of putting the plan into use in the near future but one never knows.
The reason for doing this is somewhat layered.
I don’t want my kids to be lumbered with the expense of a funeral, they all have mortgages and I don’t want my demise to put pressure on their finances.
Nor do I want a church service, undertaker and flowers. More expense as I see it.
Nor do I want to be buried as all of my forebears have. I wander around the cemetery where many of them are interned and I feel so sorry for all those souls whose headstones are faded, their plots grown over, so many of them so long forgotten. There is a disused cemetery just near where I live and thankfully some wise person many years ago, recorded the names of those buried there. If you went looking now so many of the old sandstone headstones are illegible.
So burial is not for me.
My funeral plan is for cremation only. When the time comes they collect me, cremate me and return my ashes to my kids.
What they do with the ashes they can decide, such as throw me over the backyard or what my aunt did to a daughter who died, put her ashes in the bottom of a pot with a rose growing in it.
I have suggested that if they feel so moved they could have a post-death wake where memories good, bad and indifferent could be shared with invited family and friends.
So what might be your plans concerning arrangements when you pass on.
Some people go the full hog, expensive casket, flowers, church service, beautifully scripted eulogies, favourite songs choirs and or orchestras.
What might you want for yourself?