C is for

Although I really like cookies, I'm gonna kick 
the cookie monster to the curb.


If you’ve read my blog before, you know that my wish is to be cremated when I die.  
 Here are my random thoughts about being reduced to ashes.

1.  It’s cheaper than burial and I’m a thrifty, thrift shopping kind of gal.  You don’t have to buy a casket, although most crematoriums require that you are placed in a box, but it can be a cardboard box. 
Like this one.
2.  A burial plot takes up space on the planet.  I'd rather the land be used to build a really cool park with lots of swing sets or maybe a library with real paper books instead of another cemetery.  Or why not both?  Maybe if I'm loaded when I die, they could name a library after me?  I like that idea.

3.  I like the word "cremains."  And you can do all sorts of cool stuff with cremains. (But can you fly with cremains?  Look here.)  

4.  I want to be scattered somewhere, not buried six feet under in some claustrophobic container.  You know, flying free and making people sneezy?  But there are laws about where you can sprinkle ashes, so check with your local bureaucrats before you go doing something like this...

5.  You see that Folger's can right there?  I totally want that--just a simple container to transport me from the crematorium to the great outdoors with maybe a pit stop at the Ritz Carlton to be sprinkled in an outdoor ashtray.  Some unsuspecting worker would dig the butts out of the container and then stamp their logo on me.  I mean, how cool would that be?  

6.  You know how kids hold their breath when they pass a cemetery?  I don't think we need kids holding their breath that much.  It's not good for them.  And it's disrespectful to the dead.

I'm kidding, of course.  The dead don't care what you do.  So what do you want to do?  Does cremation creep you out?