Funerals

Was at another one yesterday as I seem to be every winter

Was one of those really depressing crematorium conveyor belt ones with half an hour slots and the address by someone that didn't know the deceased.

The previous one I went to a few weeks ago was in a massive church with two vicars and a choir etc and while it was more impressive it was still meh.

Both funerals had been planned by the deceased themselves and was very much about them rather than the people they were leaving behind.

I think when I die I don't want any kind of ceremony, have a cardboard coffin etc and just put the money saved behind a bar for those friends and family that might want to gather to remember me.

 

 

 

 

Rolled straight into the fire with "seeya later alligator" playing, no service or bollocks and all the money I'd saved would pay for an epic wake down some pub somewhere.  Jobs a good 'un.

 

I went to a really good memorial service a few months ago which struck the right balance between celebrating someone's life and their more amusing moments and also suitable reflection for the family left behind.

I used to think I'd prefer to be cremated  - taking up less room etc.  I now think I'd like a woodland burial and let myself get wormey maggoted back to the ether.  TBF tho, I'll be brown bread, so it probably matters not what I think

For me:  cremated, spoonful of ashes put in the tea urn at the wake, and then tell attendees about it after they've all had a cup. "Badman will, in a very real sense, always be a part of you".  Serve the smug, still-alive aunts right.

The woman who had the massive church funeral had a burial. She'd already bought the plot and had herself buried on top of her (third) husband.

When going through all her paperwork her daughter found the husband's will and he'd stated that he wanted to be cremated, but she hid this and had him buried so that she could be buried with him.

But then this was the woman who nursed his first dying wife then married him (and he was the local vicar and she got him over all the other scheming single church biddies that wanted to be the vicar's wife) so I suppose she wanted a lasting legacy of her victory.

 

 

Feebs - aren't you worried that your corpse will be violated by creep incel lab assistant types?  Or would you be happy that, even in death, you will be keeping young men diverted?

Badman - friend of mine had some of her brother's ashes mixed in with tattoo ink and had a tribute tattoo to him

there's all kinds of creepy ashes-related jewellery you can buy too

 

not just creepy incel types though - Jimmy Savile was apparently a fan of the mortuary

even though I don't really care about what happens to my corpse the thought of it being violated by a Savile type does provoke a shudder

Boat pyre floating down the Cam - let’s see if i can’t do society a final favour by taking out some of the tourist vermin going sideways down the river with no clue or control