We've all expressed various degrees of death fear, and I'm at the top end of that scale, but that doesn't mean I can't dream about featuring in an episode of pimp my funeral.
Old school Catholic rituals for me please. A spattering of Irish in the ceremony with a complete ban on gospel choir cheese. No surprises for guessing I'd like the general appearance to look like this:
My preference is to be buried in Glasnevin or a nice old cemetery, but most of them are full. I haven't solved this problem yet. My local feeder cemetery is a drab field beside the airport; devoid of history and character, it would fit perfect in any Communist bloc state.
As for the epitath? That's another day's work, but if I had to choose on the spot, it would have to be...
...it's a funny old world.
I wish I'd invested in a plot long ago, when they cost very little. What to do now! I'd love somewhere scenic and oldy, like Glendalough.
ReplyDeleteAnd I could be making money renting it out as a bijou basement appartment as we speak. 2x6'. What a missed opportunity!
Hm. Made me think of what my (14 year old) daughter said to me last weekend. "Mom, just so you know, if I should die now I want you to promise you'll make sure the music will be Green Day - Time of Our Lives.
ReplyDeleteI took notes.
God. I've already been to a funeral where that was played :(
ReplyDeleteIt was good, alright.
I'm putting in for cremation and scattering. Our little blip in the overall scope of the human race makes me really hesitate to take 33-1/3 square feet of the planet to hold what is soon just my skeleton. A few hundred metres above those of a dinosaur that lived millions of years ago.
ReplyDeleteI've never really understood the reasons behind a cemetary. Shouldn't we be able to find other ways to help the handling of grief and loss than this?
(Wow, looking this up I discovered Wikipedia even describes live burial. Never enough information.)