I don’t plan on rotting in the ground when I die. No, too little land left for my 6 feet. My decision was cemented when 100 year old bodies floated down the Missouri during the 1993 floods. I don’t want parts of me breaking off in a river decades from now to be eaten by river fish. Nope, not for me.
I will be a tree, stuck in an enviro-urn. But I will still have a plaque and my tree will have a name of some sort. Maybe Gimpet. Kind of tree-spritish.
So what will my epitaph say? LOL, my family is not too creative, so wife and mom is about my expectations. But what would I want it to say? Morbid thought?
I took care of a child who at the age of 12 was diagnosed with a condition that had a 5 year life span. His mom took him to the funeral home and he chose his casket. We were horrified and felt it was as close as possible to child abuse. But mom worked at a funeral home, and it was natural and important for her to have her son get his input. Of course, perhaps she didn’t have to rush out as soon as he was diagnosed, but there you go. He actually lived for 7 years, but took himself off of dialysis due to frustration over his deteriorating condition. Mom gave him a party before he stopped dialysis and he passed away quietly two days after his last treatment. A good way to go, if one can quantify death of a young person as good. But he got to choose whether to live or die, a choice many don’t get to make.
Most people don’t think about what they want for their funeral or memorial service or plaque. They leave it up to grieving friends or relatives who have to make it up on the spur of the moment. Not a very nice gift to leave. For me, easy. No memorial service, plant me as a tree and if you want a plaque I have suggested my favorite quote to my horrified family:
“Imperfections are the dimples on the face of life”