This past week I’ve been fighting off a gross head cold/ fever which is certainly not a great state to be in when trying to be imaginative; therefore, I’ve decided to blog about something that I don’t have to put too much thought into.

I’m going to discuss my thoughts on how I would like to be ‘disposed’ of once I kick the bucket. This class has certainly brought this topic into my mind at least once or twice this past month.  My family doesn’t seem to have any sort of tradition when it comes to this. Thankfully, the only person close to me that I have lost has been my grandfather; he was cremated and given to my grandmother in a plastic cylindrical container (human ashes, I discovered, are shockingly heavy for the amount of space they take up).  We didn’t have a funeral, just a small family gathering and he was never buried. He remains on a shelf in my grandmother’s house next to a picture of him. One of my uncles died unexpectedly before I was born and he was also cremated; he too remains in my grandmother’s house, fondly referred to as “the boy in the box”. It seems fairly obvious to me now that my family has, what I would call, a casual attitude towards the deceased.

                When I was young, I had always thought that I too would like to be cremated. Rather than being stuck inside a house, I wanted to have my ashes scattered somewhere nice.  As I grew older I started to give it a little more thought and decided it would be nice to have my friends and family plant trees in my honour as trees are in are very special to me (easily in my top 5 favourite things).  Today, I would like to just be buried under a tree sans-casket but I know there are pretty strict regulations about that type of thing, so I guess that’s out of the question. In all honesty, I’m not too concerned about what happens to my body after I die, as long as it’s treated with an appropriate level of respect and isn’t a burden on my loved ones. After all, I don’t want to be remembered as a corpse.