Well, this had an interesting turn. The whole reason this came up is because a week ago Saturday, my husband’s nephew, “Tom”, who was only 44 was running on his favorite jogging trail and had a heart attack and died. It was a terrible shock. Young, healthy, no drinking, no smoking, athletic. He has a wife, three daughters, the oldest is only 17.
My husband’s family is typically very long lived. His dad will be 93 this year, still lives in the house, by himself, that the boys were raised in.
It seems like there is a funeral every other month, something I am just not used to, since my extended family has always been thousands of miles away. We’ve discussed the open casket thing, and how horrifying I find that.
In some ways the reaction shocked me. Some of it was so matter of fact, even on the evening after he died. My husband said, “Man, what do you do? He was so young, should he be buried, where he lives now, where he grew up, or where most of the family is from?”
I said, “Maybe he won’t be buried at all. Maybe he’ll be cremated.”
That upset my husband quite a bit. He became angry and agitated, so I dropped it.
Well…guess what…..yes, his nephew was cremated. The first in the family to do so. I think it was a shock for most of the rest of the family too.
Rick and I have talked about it quite a bit since then, and he said he’s thinking about it seriously, for the first time.
However, at one point he said, “Hell, just tie a cinder block around my foot and throw me in the lake!”
I said, ”I CAN’T GET AWAY WITH THAT!!”
@Pandora, if you sit down and use your imagination regarding the entire “life” of the whole process of what happens after after you die, the way we tend to use it for cremation, the alternatives are just as horrible. All of them.
And you don’t tote them about unless you want to. My Dad was sprinkled in the ocean. Mom was interred in a wall specially designed for urns.
Tom was interred in an actual cemetery, in just a hole. He’ll have a plaque.