Geesh, you have a birthday and all the sudden you start getting offers for cemetery plots. Thanks a lot, Mt Lebanon Cemetery. Way to make me feel older than I am.
Funny enough, about eight years ago I planned out everything I want for my funeral, including approximate costs. I’m looking at Homewood Cemetery since I love it so much, and a cherry wood casket (I like the warmth of cherry wood, even though I’ll be stone-cold dead. My death does not come cheap). I’m not totally opposed to being cremated, though, especially since the blood line is probably going to end with me. The thing with that is, people rarely walk through the Columbarium looking at names and dates and wondering about the lives those people led, whereas that’s exactly what I do when I walk through the cemetery. Maybe I could get a small plot and someone could bury my ashes and put a small headstone there, so that people could wonder about the life I led? That might be a nice compromise… and probably quite a bit cheaper without that cherry wood casket. But on the other hand, I’ll be dead, so what will I care if people wonder about my life or not? And am I really that special? Have I actually done anything worth remembering? Nope – or at least, not yet. So what’s the point, then? And who is actually going to go through with my wishes, especially if I’m all alone? Maybe I’d just be better off if I were incinerated and thrown out with the trash (the cheapest option of all). Do crematories or morgues even do that? Or does someone have to “claim” me? I’ve gone around and around with these questions and arguments for eight years, and I have yet to come up with any sort of resolution. Sooner or later, the decisions will be out of my hands.
For now, though, at least it’s nice to know that I can buy a plot by mail if need be.