In response to snowdrop's question and continuing from an earlier post about my arrangements...
I'd want to be cremated and the ashes put into Conan, my cow vase (note to self - take picture of Conan) and sealed. Since Conan's not very big, the ashes would need to be really... ashy. No bits and pieces.
Then either bury Conan, or if for some reason Conan can't be used (too small to fit or he's lost or it's difficult to smuggle him through customs), then scatter ashy me into the river below Richmond Bridge (pictured in the post below).
It's one of my favourite places. The historic village of Richmond. Rolling fields and hills. Quiet, peaceful and simple. And the best Apricot Brandy ice-cream ever (Valhalla brand).
Have one for me. And tell the ducks to keep me company.
2 comments:
I think cremation's definitely the way to go - who wants to rot in the ground eh? That said, I've always worried thusly: Nobody knows exactly what happens in the afterlife - assuming if there is one - so how do you know that your body's final form isn't the one you're stuck with? I wouldn't want to be a pile of sentient ashes. Then again, I wouldn't want to be a half-eaten maggoty corpse either. Oh the complications of life and death.
HI Jay, thanks for stopping by. Your blog's a hoot.
Perhaps the ashes will take on a swanky puff of ashiness instead? I'd hope that mine get eaten by a duck and take that form in the afterlife.
a grumpy talking duck. i like. hope my feathers are yellow.
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