burying the dead
Last weekend I flew to St. Louis for Zoodada's grandmother's funeral. It was a meeting of most of the Zoo clan, all but Zoodada's sister (who's about ready to pop--her first child is due in a couple of weeks.)
Some traditional funereal practices are downright bizarre. Who the heck came up with the idea of putting the dead person on display for people to look at? I don't care if they "look like they're sleeping"--they're dead. I remember Grandmother S. as a incredibly energetic woman. Why should I want to remember still and cold in a coffin?
Tossing a trowelful of dirt over the coffin was very unsatisfying. I'd want to do the Harry Potter thing and bury her all the way--sweat for her. Ah well.
I hope no one puts me on display when I die. Maybe I will go for cremation instead.
Some traditional funereal practices are downright bizarre. Who the heck came up with the idea of putting the dead person on display for people to look at? I don't care if they "look like they're sleeping"--they're dead. I remember Grandmother S. as a incredibly energetic woman. Why should I want to remember still and cold in a coffin?
Tossing a trowelful of dirt over the coffin was very unsatisfying. I'd want to do the Harry Potter thing and bury her all the way--sweat for her. Ah well.
I hope no one puts me on display when I die. Maybe I will go for cremation instead.