And When I Die....

I love #11

Though the moons need to move independently, and there needs to be some kind of LED effect added, but of the lot, thats my pick.
 
I love #11

Though the moons need to move independently, and there needs to be some kind of LED effect added, but of the lot, thats my pick.
I'm sure they'd make adjustments per your request. :D

I favor the urn-o-matic myself.
 
While I'm sure that in The End, I'd buy a lichen urn, that chickenfish does have a certain mordant wit about it that I'd like to think I might share.;)
 
I'm sure they'd make adjustments per your request. :D

I favor the urn-o-matic myself.

I thnk I may make my own, just as an exercise in facing my mortality.

Plus that way I can work in little secret ideas that will make attendants to my funeral giggle :D
 
That one made of paper that slowly dissolves in the earth, for me, I think.
Ashes to Ashes. . . . . . . . .
 
I once saw on the TV a program where a family in Alaska had a unique way of dealing with death and family remains. They owned the last working gold mine within a day's drive of Anchorage and ran it more as a tourist attraction than a real mine. The husband came down with something terminal and inoperable and instructed his family to dig his ashes into the flower garden by the side of the house. That was years ago. Family members from the Lower Forty-Eight who came to the memorial service thought it was such a fine idea that as they passed away had their 'ashes' (which are actually crushed bone chips) sent to Anchorage to be dug into the flowers, too. The widow laughs as states that every time she goes out to pull weeds, it's like a family reunion! Y'gotta love an attitude like that.
 
I once saw on the TV a program where a family in Alaska had a unique way of dealing with death and family remains. They owned the last working gold mine within a day's drive of Anchorage and ran it more as a tourist attraction than a real mine. The husband came down with something terminal and inoperable and instructed his family to dig his ashes into the flower garden by the side of the house. That was years ago. Family members from the Lower Forty-Eight who came to the memorial service thought it was such a fine idea that as they passed away had their 'ashes' (which are actually crushed bone chips) sent to Anchorage to be dug into the flowers, too. The widow laughs as states that every time she goes out to pull weeds, it's like a family reunion! Y'gotta love an attitude like that.
My mother-in-law has a collection of plants given as memorials at various family funerals. They all have names, too, based on who died. Each week she waters Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Betty, etc. Occasionally, though, "I think Uncle Fred's dead ... again."
 
don't the japanese have a process of compacting/forming the ashes, e.g., into a ball or cube? could one's loved ones be turned into paving stones for the back patio?
 
Cremation is such a waste...my bones will stay whole and go to school. Just think of all the grad students who'll play with me!
 
a diamond in the rough....

I've heard that there is a company somewhere that will take the ashes of your deceased and cremated pet, put those ashes (which are mostly carbon) into a machine, apply tremendous pressure and heat, turning the ashes into something vaguely resembling a really awful looking diamond.

And when I die......naw, it sounds like a miserable way to spend eternity.
 
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