I spent entirely too much time being paraded through the funeral home to pay respects to people I didn't even know. It was a thing in a small Catholic town. As a sixth grader (in Catholic school) our music class consisted of being taught funeral dirges and being marched to the Basilica to sing at funeral masses for anyone whose family wanted the children's choir. UGH...death, death, and more death.
I was pretty young when I decided on cremation and to hell with all the other BS I had grown up with.
Now, I plan to leave my body to a body farm for forensic research. No muss, no fuss for the family. And I remember my mother saying she didn't want people walking by her in a casket talking about how good she looked...fair point.
The ceremonies and rituals are said to be a comfort for the living. After having to have a private viewing of my first husband I decided that the whole thing is barbaric. Other than disposing of the body on such a way that isn't a biohazard I can't think of any reason to go to the lengths that are so widely accepted and expected. It's ghoulish. IMO
I was pretty young when I decided on cremation and to hell with all the other BS I had grown up with.
Now, I plan to leave my body to a body farm for forensic research. No muss, no fuss for the family. And I remember my mother saying she didn't want people walking by her in a casket talking about how good she looked...fair point.
The ceremonies and rituals are said to be a comfort for the living. After having to have a private viewing of my first husband I decided that the whole thing is barbaric. Other than disposing of the body on such a way that isn't a biohazard I can't think of any reason to go to the lengths that are so widely accepted and expected. It's ghoulish. IMO
What fresh hell can this be? - Dorothy Parker
