Friday, 13 May 2011

Death, dying and why we don't talk about it....

Today was another long day sat at my computer researching death. It got me thinking. Why are we so scared to talk about it? It will happen to us all one day, why not tell everyone how you want to go and be original with it. I mean, my Dad's in the death business and yet I still do not know what he wants funeral wise. So what would I do? I think it would be only natural in that situation to follow the status quo, do what everyone else does, because that's the right thing, right? People tend to spend, spend, spend in a time of grief because they cannot cope. This can probably account for all the odd things I saw at gravesides today, like balloons, teddy bears and wind chimes used to remember loved ones.

Whilst walking around the graveyard there were some graves, particularly those of children, that simply looked untidy, messy, cluttered and often very similar to the grave next door. People today seem to see one person do one thing for a memorial and simply copy it. Why are we not capable of an original thought even in a time of such importance?

So here's my chance, when I pass away I would like to be cremated and my ashes scattered. I don't mind where, as long as it's a quiet spot and not in a city. Maybe I will find a space I like during the next few years. I want Masterplan by Oasis played at my funeral and no prayers.

1 comment:

  1. I tried posting a comment earlier from my phone...guess it didn't work. Here it is now though. When I die, I'd like to be cremated. I'd like my ashes to be scattered to rest with the love of my life, Liam (wherever that may be). I want 2 songs played: Whistles the Wind by Flogging Molly, and Live Fast Die Old by Frank Turner. If you're going to pray, don't pray for me (I'm dead), but for the loved ones I'll be leaving behind.

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