I'm gonna die someday. I don't plan on it any time soon, though some days my head hurts so bad I think it would be a blessing. Still, I think I'll stick around awhile, God willing. But, eventually the day will come when it's my turn to go. I'm not afraid of death. I'm curious, and I believe there is more to us than just this life here and now. But there are some things I want to put in writing, so there is a record somewhere of my wishes for my mortal remains after I'm gone. I hope I go before Bud. He knows my wishes and has promised to abide by them. But just in case he goes first and my sisters or someone (good grief, I can't imagine who would get stuck with the task if Bud and my sisters were gone) have to do the job, please believe me when I say this is what I want.
I really, really, really do NOT want to be buried. It has nothing to do with my fear of the dark or any uneasiness about small, dark, enclosed places. It has to do with my belief that it is totally a waste of space. There's already not enough room on this planet for all the people who live here. I refuse to take up a huge space just so someone can chunk my remains in the ground and say that's where I am. THAT IS NOT WHERE I WILL BE! Then there's the highway department. In every place I have lived, the highway department has dug up people and moved them so they could build another road. I'll bet none of those people thought they'd be traveling years after they had been placed in their "final resting place". I want to be cremated.
I do not want a funeral, or memorial service, or any kind of gathering together of people to mourn my passing. If you miss me, mourn me privately in your own way. I want my ashes taken to a beach (the more tropical the better) and I want those in attendance to celebrate my life and whatever joy I might have brought into their lives. I plan to have gone on to bigger and better places, so you should all be happy.
It's okay for whoever is taking care of my final arrangements to put an obituary in the paper. I just hope whoever that person is has enough sense to put in the cause of death. I hate reading an obituary that doesn't tell me why the person died, especially if it's a younger person. Of course, at 63 (very soon), a lot of the dead are younger and a whole lot more are my age. That is a little disheartening sometimes.
I've left all my worldly possessions to Bud, but seriously we're not talking about much. My biggest concern is what will happen to my dogs. If Bud is still around, the dogs will be fine. But if he's already gone on, I need to know someone will take care of my babies. My friends Tim and Ann have said they would, of course, take care of them. Unfortunately, they are pretty much the same age I am, so who's to say if they'll still be around. I know once I'm dead, what happens to my dogs will probably not matter to me, but I still hate to think their lives will be left to chance. I haven't figured out yet exactly how to fix this little problem. I'm hoping I have time to solve it before it becomes an issue.
That's about it. I don't think it's much to ask. It shouldn't be too awfully expensive, so I'm hoping whoever needs this information, will do as I have requested.
I really, really, really do NOT want to be buried. It has nothing to do with my fear of the dark or any uneasiness about small, dark, enclosed places. It has to do with my belief that it is totally a waste of space. There's already not enough room on this planet for all the people who live here. I refuse to take up a huge space just so someone can chunk my remains in the ground and say that's where I am. THAT IS NOT WHERE I WILL BE! Then there's the highway department. In every place I have lived, the highway department has dug up people and moved them so they could build another road. I'll bet none of those people thought they'd be traveling years after they had been placed in their "final resting place". I want to be cremated.
I do not want a funeral, or memorial service, or any kind of gathering together of people to mourn my passing. If you miss me, mourn me privately in your own way. I want my ashes taken to a beach (the more tropical the better) and I want those in attendance to celebrate my life and whatever joy I might have brought into their lives. I plan to have gone on to bigger and better places, so you should all be happy.
It's okay for whoever is taking care of my final arrangements to put an obituary in the paper. I just hope whoever that person is has enough sense to put in the cause of death. I hate reading an obituary that doesn't tell me why the person died, especially if it's a younger person. Of course, at 63 (very soon), a lot of the dead are younger and a whole lot more are my age. That is a little disheartening sometimes.
I've left all my worldly possessions to Bud, but seriously we're not talking about much. My biggest concern is what will happen to my dogs. If Bud is still around, the dogs will be fine. But if he's already gone on, I need to know someone will take care of my babies. My friends Tim and Ann have said they would, of course, take care of them. Unfortunately, they are pretty much the same age I am, so who's to say if they'll still be around. I know once I'm dead, what happens to my dogs will probably not matter to me, but I still hate to think their lives will be left to chance. I haven't figured out yet exactly how to fix this little problem. I'm hoping I have time to solve it before it becomes an issue.
That's about it. I don't think it's much to ask. It shouldn't be too awfully expensive, so I'm hoping whoever needs this information, will do as I have requested.
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