July 25, 2012

  • When you die; Cremate….bury….or slice and dice

                                                                                                

    RIP

       Most folks don’t sit and dwell about the last encore of their life….the closing act.  There’s the responsibility of making a will, prearrangements, final wishes and the burning of hidden photos. Making final arrangements is seldom listed with clean up dog poop on our ‘to-do’ list, but things happen. I know….when you’re in your twenties, thirties and forties, death is just part of a Sylvester Stallone movie or maybe a 20 point score on a video game. So why worry? Well, fact is, 6,575 people slip into rigor mortis every day in this country. Most were not prepared for falling off that ladder or the consequences of flipping off that fat guy in traffic. But, things happen. Now, people don’t really know when their life-ticket is about to expire, except maybe the moment before the semi reaches their front bumper. This blog is a FFT, (Food For Thought), posting. In this case, the funeral. 

     

    The Funeral; (The goodbye parade)

        In this country, funerals are as expensive as a HARLEY DAVIDSON . Because of that, almost 32% of all final arrangements are for cremations. Simple with no brass work or fancy fringes and only requires one pallbearer. The funeral is nothing more than a small box placed on a post for folks to gawk at with your photoshopped pic on top. Then the cremains are placed into a small niche in a granite wall and slab-dab, you’re done! Often, the in-laws will endorse the economy plan of just spreading the ashes along I-75 on the way to Denny’s following the service.

     

        The all inclusive casket funeral accounts for about 64% of all arrangements in the US. This tradition is like a five act Greek tragedy. The body is stretched out on a stainless steel slab, then it’s pumped, gouged and filled with pickling chemicals. Afterwards, a lonely cosmetologist decorates the face and hair, so as not to disturb the family by having the dead look dead. Then the carcass is hoisted into a mahogany Celestial Repose, model #B2334, with burnished brass fixtures and inlayed silk bedding, $$$. Then comes the wake or viewing, as a slow procession of over dressed mourners file by the open casket and quietly thank their lucky stars it ain’t them laying there. Then comes the church service with too many words….then a slow motorcade to Slumbering Gardens, $$$ and more words and then finally they toss the dirt.

     

        What has gained popularity among the tree huggers in the last few years are “Green Funerals.”  Out in a remote meadow or in a peaceful forest, a simple grave is dug and the unembalmed remains are either wrapped in a shroud, (bed sheet), or placed in a biodegradable burial container, (wood or wicker), and just simply dropped into the bare earthen hole and covered up. The idea, I guess, is like all of nature, we should return to nature as compost. I can just imagine the varmints waiting in the bushes, licking their chops and patiently waiting for the mourners to leave. I think I just grossed myself out.

       

        Okay, 32% cremations and 64% burials. The remaining 4% can be a puzzler. Sure, a lot of bodies are donated to science or given to carnivals, or whatever, and some also become cryogenic popsicles. Then there’s the half of 1% that no one is sure of. Bodies that just disappear, most likely into remote areas or backyards. That’s for CSI or X-files to figure out.

     

        Final word; If you don’t want to end up as an exhibit in some county fair, or as a homework assignment in some remote medical school in the Caribbean……then make your arrangements.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

Comments (22)

  • I’ve talked with my son about having my remains fed to a pride of lions. Hence the title of his life’s memoirs, “Renting a Pride of Lions.”

  • Willie Nelson said to roll him up and smoke him.

    I’m going to have my hubby cremated so I can have coffee with him still every morning.

  • @Charon714 - Wifey’s looking for a herd of polar bears for me.

  • @Babyboomerjill - That would be some “old” weed.

  • Dear Charlie,
    The closer I get to the final exit from this plane of existence, the more I write about it, that’s for sure. I wrote a rather interesting piece when I suddenly figured out what the ramifications of living in a “senior” park REALLY means a while back.
    My parents (who died young, when I was only 21, ages and ages ago) had the foresight to purchase plots, and mine is right next to theirs, along with those of my bro and sis. I don’t have the bill of sale, however, but I’m in no hurry. I’ll prolly have to make some kind of arrangements, but I won’t care when I die, cause I’ll be dead.
    When my late roommate Cancerboy passed on, he was cremated just like his mother, and the ceremony was in the same room in the same mortuary. Just a few years later.
    Michael F. Nyiri, poet,philosopher, fool

  • @UncCharlie - have you heard his song? lol lol lol yes, it would be.

  • I’m going to be cremated and spread out in my lake.

    I;ve taken a lot of fish from it…time to give something back.

  • It is very important to make arrangements. If nothing else, discuss it with your spouse. I saw my sister in law go through hell when her husband died suddenly–not only idid she lose him, she had to make all those arrangements in just a few days. It was heartbreaking.

  • Having gone through this right after my Mothers death… I am signed, sealed and delivered on the dotted line.  Easy Pizzy…

  • i wish to be cremated. as for my ashes, you can do what you wish. i wont care as i wont be there.  lol

  • I’mopting for thebbq.  I’ve saidso – I should be nice and reinburse at least

  • @baldmike2004 - 

    You’re right about how your preferences start to lean towards the morbid as you age. I dare say, at least a third of my blogs have some vein or comment in regards to dying. It’s on my mind more nowadays as those long time friends around me start to drop like butterflies. Human nature, I guess, tends to prepare us all at a certain age.

  • @Bricker59 - 

    Drop mine from a helicopter over the next Super Bowl…..(halftime)

  • @whyzat - It’s a heart breaker for many. My Dad was 47 when he died many years ago and the turmoil of that week is still in my memory.

  • @MzSilver - Smart lady…….you have a lucky family.

  • @Bricker59  It made me smile to know you’ll be giving back. 

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  • My husband wrote his will when he was 21. He was having spinal surgery. We weren’t too worried, but wanted to avoid any legal troubles since we weren’t married yet. He would like to be cremated and his ashes used to make a sword, so he could continue to protect me. No funeral. No obituary.
    I don’t have a will. I don’t need one. Dead is dead and I won’t be using my body. My dad and husband both know I would like to be donated to a medical school, or to science in some way, but they’re free to do whatever the heck they want. I don’t like funerals but they’d probably hold one anyway.

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