When I die I want a cremation. I think I have made it pretty clear to my family, if not…this is your notice!
I don’t want to be on display like people are at funerals. I have memories of the very few funerals I attended. All I remember about those people now are them laying in a casket. I don’t want my kids to have that as their final memory of me. Looking fake and plastic and totally unlike myself.
I want to be cremated. I want there to be a big party to send me off.
No staring at my empty body laying in a casket. I know I need to plan ahead to be sure that my wishes are followed. Apparently you can get a Funeral Agent who can take care of all this stuff for you.
I want a party and then I want my ashes disposed where my family would like them to be. Maybe in several places? My friend Courtney told me you can have ashes turned into a Diamond…I had no idea! Maybe I could be turned into a lil bit of Bling!
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I am with you 100%! There is no way I want to be put in a box and buried under ground. Told the family I’d come back and haunt them if they did that!
Didn’t know ashes could be turned into diamond … that is really cool! I don’t know what I want to happen to me when I die. I think I want to be buried.
My family will bury me, I just know it, even though I’ve told them I want to be cremated too. It’s a Baptist thingy. They are not really into the cremation thing. I am though, having been a nurse in the past (no longer). I think it’s just more hygienic. Plus do people really know what happens to their bodies during the embalming period at the funeral home. I think not, or I think they would reconsider cremation.
I don’t want a funeral either. Yuck. I don’t want people to be all together helping each other not cry. I would rather do something when I am dead that I’m too chicken to do when I’m alive.
I’d like my urn or whatever they decide to put the ashes in, as far as I’m concerned it could be a Rubbermaid Sugar Container, to be taken up in a hot air balloon for a ride over some mountains or hills in the state I live.
I don’t really care if my ashes are scattered or not.
Well, that’s just me and I’m pretty sure it won’t happen that way.
When my sister died her casket was not open because my parents didn’t want that final memory. I actually helped dress her body, but I don’t really remember it. I think my brain blocked it out. No one else saw her dead. That’s probably too much info for a blog comment, but oh well.
I had never heard of making your body into bling. Awesome.