Death Wish

Yesterday we had a memorial/celebration/wake for LB’s grandma. (See painting to the left done by LB's dad.) She was 90-something years old and apparently the best years of her life started in her 80s. (As LB’s dad said: “There’s still hope for all of us.”)

Grandma was cremated and buried in a Pot of Gold heritage tin surrounded by rocks from the old farm and other mementos. Apparently the tin was what she wanted; she really liked chocolate. Her husband, who died many years earlier, was cremated and buried in a paint can because he spent all of his working life in the paint industry.

That got me and LB thinking. What would we want to be buried in?

LB was quick to respond: A ski boot. Ironically he’s always complaining about his ski boots. (LB skis for a living.) Would he really want to spend his ‘afterlife’ - whatever that means or is - in a ski boot?

The answer was still yes.

I gave my answer much more thought. Please write this down for future reference:

1. I DO NOT want to be cremated naked. I want to be cremated in flannel pyjamas. Absolutely NO exceptions.


2. Bury me in a tea pot and please seal up the spout. (I hate bugs.)


3. If you could throw in a couple of pair of slippers into my grave, that would be super. Perhaps the kind with the open toes?


4. Oh, also add one trashy novel. Preferably a long one.