Referencing my marriage, our son's (d. 1998) and my
sister-in-law's (d. 2002) ashes are in the original unopened containers in
the boxes they came in sitting in the cabinetry under our kitchen
sink. Neither of us have spoken about what else we want to do with their
ashes, so they sit there year after year unspoken of. Our two
granddaughters know that they are there, so maybe unconsciously we are leaving
the decision to them about what to do with their father's and aunt's ashes after
my wife and I have departed this life. Hmmm, I wonder what part fear of
death plays in this kind of indecision.
I have often told my wife to cremate my butt and not waste any
money on elaborate funeral arrangements. Who knows? Maybe one day I
will sit under the kitchen sink, if I can equate an "I" to a container of my
ashes.
Peace and Love,
Sam Gillian
In a message dated 4/20/2008 5:31:09 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
e...@GWU.EDU writes:
I'd like to have my ashes
molded into little clappers for bicycle bells. I'd contribute to safety, happy
ringing, and "enjoy" one of my favorite places to be: on a bike, enjoying the
ride without polluting.
Jim
L.