I love the ashes cartoon. I have a long story about ashes, too involved to tell, except it involved sneaking ashes across the Atlantic in a pair of folded trousers, an art exhibit, the Berlin Wall, a heavy rainstorm, champagne, a dirty rotter, a fast get-away, a job well done and a tell-tale headline in the local newspaper. I know a lot about ashes now. Thanks for all your inspiration.
I don't have any particular wishes for after my death. I believe I'll be gone, totally. At least I hope so. So why should I care? The one thought I have though, is that if there were a wake (which there won't be) I'd have a special kneeler in front of the the open casket, and when some knelt on it, they'd hear my voice making silly comments like: "Take my life - Please! Honestly aren't' you glad I'm here? Instead of you, I mean - what did YOU think I meant?. But I'm glad, too. I'm gone and you're stuck here at this stupid wake. Don't I look great, though? Like I'm about to sit up and shake your hand? Wait, I'm about to do it! [grunt.] Just kidding. Stiffs don't sit up. Or beg. Or rollover. You might as well move on - to another wake or memorial service. Maybe something interesting will happen THERE. You're wasting your time HERE, unless you want to chat with some of these other old farts before one of you is gone. Not a bad idea, really. Go ahead, I won't miss you. Seriously....
The only person who was crazy enough to do what I really wanted died last fall, so I won’t get my Viking funeral, so it’s ashes for me after all. Now we’ve got an ongoing debate here. My husband thinks the backyard would be fine for his ashes. I told him if so he’ll be there alone. Now I want mine floating out to sea from a cove on an island I spent great summers by. He thinks that’s extravagant. But it’s because he can’t swim.. He suggested upstate new York near Cooperstown - I don’t because I think it’s haunted. (I know, I know, redundant) so we’ve decided to annoy the kids by making them decide.
Jules was existential after the fact. It shows he cared.
Scatter me where the bison roam.
We scattered a little of my mother in all the places she loved most. Hope she didn’t mind!!!
I love the ashes cartoon. I have a long story about ashes, too involved to tell, except it involved sneaking ashes across the Atlantic in a pair of folded trousers, an art exhibit, the Berlin Wall, a heavy rainstorm, champagne, a dirty rotter, a fast get-away, a job well done and a tell-tale headline in the local newspaper. I know a lot about ashes now. Thanks for all your inspiration.
I don't have any particular wishes for after my death. I believe I'll be gone, totally. At least I hope so. So why should I care? The one thought I have though, is that if there were a wake (which there won't be) I'd have a special kneeler in front of the the open casket, and when some knelt on it, they'd hear my voice making silly comments like: "Take my life - Please! Honestly aren't' you glad I'm here? Instead of you, I mean - what did YOU think I meant?. But I'm glad, too. I'm gone and you're stuck here at this stupid wake. Don't I look great, though? Like I'm about to sit up and shake your hand? Wait, I'm about to do it! [grunt.] Just kidding. Stiffs don't sit up. Or beg. Or rollover. You might as well move on - to another wake or memorial service. Maybe something interesting will happen THERE. You're wasting your time HERE, unless you want to chat with some of these other old farts before one of you is gone. Not a bad idea, really. Go ahead, I won't miss you. Seriously....
Laughing so hard I snorted! Thanks, I needed that.
MY favorite response!
The only person who was crazy enough to do what I really wanted died last fall, so I won’t get my Viking funeral, so it’s ashes for me after all. Now we’ve got an ongoing debate here. My husband thinks the backyard would be fine for his ashes. I told him if so he’ll be there alone. Now I want mine floating out to sea from a cove on an island I spent great summers by. He thinks that’s extravagant. But it’s because he can’t swim.. He suggested upstate new York near Cooperstown - I don’t because I think it’s haunted. (I know, I know, redundant) so we’ve decided to annoy the kids by making them decide.