Have you ever thought about your death-plan? Do you want to die surrounded by people you love? Would you like to outlive your friends or die before your spouse so you never have to live a day without them? Traditional burial, open casket, or cremation? What about a funeral parade like they do in New Orleans? So many choices!
I think I would like to die at 80 years old. I don’t want to have trouble functioning. I feel like 80 is young enough where you still have (most) of your dignity intact, yet old enough where people will say that I lived a “good long life.” Like a deceased family pet. There is a part of me that is convinced that the end is nigh in both the biblical sense and in the we-really-screwed-up-the-earth sense. So I feel like I could die really early because all life will come to a halt anyway.
But let’s say the latter doesn’t happen–or at least it doesn’t happen during my life time–and I need to make a choice about how my body ends up. I think it would be ideal to donate my organs (assuming they weren’t too old to use) and opt for cremation. I’ve always liked the thought of having my ashes sprinkled in the ocean. The ocean is so great and envelops the world we live in. I like the thought of being able to travel all over the globe even though my body won’t be here.
I don’t want to take up space in the ground, I want my spirit to be present. My body is just a shell for who I really am. So once I die, I don’t need my body anymore. I definitely don’t need people at my funeral looking at my corpse. I’d rather them look at a picture of me in my youth because I think everyone has a youthful spirit no matter how old they are. Plus, youthful pictures are wayyy hotter than 80 year-old dead bodies.
However, I’ve been super intrigued by cemeteries and graveyards ever since starting college. When I went to school in Utah, there was an insane cemetery close to school grounds that you could wander through for hours. When I went to school in England, my tombstone infatuation only grew stronger because I could visit graves that were moss-covered and eroded. It added another dimension to the cool factor.
Have you ever thought about what you would put on your tombstone? I might put “Loving wife, blogger, and offender of the people.” Jk jk. I really like the first stanza of William Blake’s poem: “To see the world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.” But I also saw this on tumblr and I really like it: What are your death plans?