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So the writer's block question of the day was, "what do you want to happen to your body when you die?". Caught my attention, otherwise I suppose I wouldn't have any reason to mention it. I'm pretty confident I want to be cremated. John doesn't.. and every time he gives details why, I'm not sure if I do. But I've always loved the idea of it in a way. (as creepy as that may sound).
You don't take up room in the ground, which over time may be used again for who knows what. You don't get your body eaten by worms and other such things either. Decomposing just doesn't sound as 'wonderful' as being engulfed in flames. ... Again creepy no matter how you put it. The only real problem I have with being cremated is that there is nothing left behind for someone later on to look at it. No archeologist five, ten or fifteen hundred years down the road could stumble upon my grave and say, "look at this specimen here....".. So on and so forth. If I ever die 'unnaturally', I defiantly wouldn't want to be cremated until what ever happened to me is found out. Also, if I were cremated I wouldn't want to be kept in a jar either. Spread my ashes to the wind, in the ocean, or in a garden. .... I know it would be difficult, but that's how I would want it to be.
People don't like to let go, and it is very hard. Tombstones are markers and places were people can grieve. Talk openly to a slab of granite and not looked at like their crazy. Because most people still need that connection with their loved one. They're not ready, and may never be. The tombstone is almost cathartic, and I imagine having none to go to may make one feel lost. But I'm not a piece of granite, and metal shouldn't be loved because it would have my name on it and my bones below it.
Thus the cremation. Maybe, when I die, (and hopefully not for quite awhile) I'll be cremated and then used in the soil to plant a tree (or the garden, you get my drift). That way, anytime someone felt compelled to reconnect with the spirit of me, could put their hand upon the trunk and reminisce. It would be beautiful too, a wonderful cycle. The words they may breath would help the tree grow, allowing it to live on for many years or even generations. The cycle of life as we all know it.
talk about alleviating any writer's block... Now I don't even remember what I was going to write one I logged in. -.-' oops. . . Oh well. Much love to all! Hope everything is going awesome.
You don't take up room in the ground, which over time may be used again for who knows what. You don't get your body eaten by worms and other such things either. Decomposing just doesn't sound as 'wonderful' as being engulfed in flames. ... Again creepy no matter how you put it. The only real problem I have with being cremated is that there is nothing left behind for someone later on to look at it. No archeologist five, ten or fifteen hundred years down the road could stumble upon my grave and say, "look at this specimen here....".. So on and so forth. If I ever die 'unnaturally', I defiantly wouldn't want to be cremated until what ever happened to me is found out. Also, if I were cremated I wouldn't want to be kept in a jar either. Spread my ashes to the wind, in the ocean, or in a garden. .... I know it would be difficult, but that's how I would want it to be.
People don't like to let go, and it is very hard. Tombstones are markers and places were people can grieve. Talk openly to a slab of granite and not looked at like their crazy. Because most people still need that connection with their loved one. They're not ready, and may never be. The tombstone is almost cathartic, and I imagine having none to go to may make one feel lost. But I'm not a piece of granite, and metal shouldn't be loved because it would have my name on it and my bones below it.
Thus the cremation. Maybe, when I die, (and hopefully not for quite awhile) I'll be cremated and then used in the soil to plant a tree (or the garden, you get my drift). That way, anytime someone felt compelled to reconnect with the spirit of me, could put their hand upon the trunk and reminisce. It would be beautiful too, a wonderful cycle. The words they may breath would help the tree grow, allowing it to live on for many years or even generations. The cycle of life as we all know it.
talk about alleviating any writer's block... Now I don't even remember what I was going to write one I logged in. -.-' oops. . . Oh well. Much love to all! Hope everything is going awesome.