DYING HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Yesterday I went down to the laundry room where the office/recreation room is to do my laundry.  The office manager and maintenance man were watching The Price is Right on TV at a blarring decimal volume.  We sat there watching, or should I say, they were intensely watching a lady winning a Toyota car.  I don't think she won it.  The Price is Right is one of those programs I used to watch without anything bothering me, but during the past five to ten years I've noticed programs with screeming and yelling was just too irritating and disturbing for me to watch because of how that noise just gets into my brain and body, let alone as loud as they had it.  But I toughed it out and eventually when the manager started to talking to me, she lowered the sound.  Halaluya.

As we were talking, she told me she was going down to see her burial people this weekend because she and her husband went from being buried upon death to being cremated and then buried.  She told me that since this change, she was entitled to a refund on the metal container they put around the coffins.  Well, to me, that was hilarious and I laughed so hard, tears were coming out of my eyes.  She went on to say how she has the headstone ordered with two joined hands engraved on it saying, "Together Forever," or some one liner like that.  I told her, "Boy, usually you die and let your kids worry about that stuff."  No, she has it all planned out and paid for.  She and her husband are both in their 70s and not really all that ill, but she's got it all wrapped up and tied with a bow.

Maybe in time I'll do the same.  Yes, I'd like to be cremated, maybe my ashes spread in Yosemite's Valley, although I would think that's illegal.  Maybe I could find someone to do it on the sly.  If not, I've thought about being cremated, but instead of buried in the ground, maybe a nice space in a building.  It's something to think about in the meantime.