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Beekissed
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Simply hilarious!!!!!!
Except in the cases where a child has passed, or someone incredibly young, it seems to me that the people who carry on the most at funerals are the ones who have unresolved issues with the deceased. Grown children or siblings who had not apologized or been forgiven, spouses whose last discussions were not loving .....it's suddenly too late to make that better.
Of course, I am speaking from a place in which both my parents' deaths were expected, and sort of a relief to all concerned. We had made our peace, as much as possible.
Some cultures do a lot of wailing. I think that might help!
I agree. I've found that to be the case at bedside and also when they are dead....the family making the most drama and stink are usually those who are feeling the most guilty about something~usually neglect of the person who is sick or has passed.
DH's dad was our last living parent, and he also wanted no funeral, no obituary, etc. He wanted to be cremated and buried in a reserved plot next to his wife.
We followed his wishes, but when it came time for the burial, DH called the cemetery and they asked, "what do you have the ashes in"?
DH told them they were in a cardboard box. They told him we were required to have a metal urn from the funeral home ($500).
Fortunately, DH is a quick thinker. He replied, "Well, I have his tackle box. That's metal..." And then he quickly launched into stories about how much his dad loved fishing in the area, before the cemetery guy could respond. The guy finally said, "I suppose a tackle box would do".
It was just the two of them on burial day. Cemetery guy dug the hole, and DH lowered the tackle box in. DH's dad would have been just tickled!
LOVE this story!!!!! I would love to be buried in a tackle box!!! Such humor and irony in that.
My boys and I have fished the same spot on the same river nearly every year of their lives...and my life too, for that matter. Dad took us fishing there when I was a baby too. My granddaughter was also taken there when she was just a few months old. All told, that river bank has seen four generations of our family nearly every year, so I told the boys the only memorial I want is for them to go fishing on the Blackwater River and tell stories about Mom, laugh til someone pees their pants and have a fishing contest for the most and the biggest trout, as per usual.