Leroy Jenkins writes:
I don't really understand the point of proper graves. They allegedly help to remember the deceased, but I can't comprehend how looking at a rock in the ground helps to remember someone.
Two of my grandparents and all four of my great-grandparents are buried in the same cemetery. I've been there for two of the funerals but I've never seen the other four graves.
My parents are buried in another cemetery a few miles from my house. I've never been there except for their funerals. My mother was buried wearing her wedding ring, which was never of much intrinsic value.
An elderly couple I knew had a little dog; they had it cremated when it died and when the husband died, the urn was buried with him according to his wishes - I have no idea where. I last saw him shortly before he died and he seemed glad to see me - which means more to me than any thought that he's still out there somewhere being spooky.
I've heard that in China they bury you and then farm right over you. That's what I'd like:
quote:
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
-- Joni Mitchell