Grave Goods

So a few days ago I decided to take a stab at the grave goods blog prompt from Erin. I thought it would be fun... little did I know that this subject has a secret hidden ninja ability to make me hyper emotional and teary eyed within minutes. It’s not deciding what I would like to be buried with that’s the hard part – what really gets me is picturing my poor little mom crying while placing my old favorite stuffed animal in with me. Oh god, it’s happening again, full on runny nose and watery eyes in the library. Maybe I’ll skip over that part and focus on my own choice of objects instead.

This part is a little tricky. Inanimate objects don’t hold much long lasting meaning for me. Due to frequent moves and changing interests, many of my belongings have come and gone throughout the last 5 years.  I have also lost, ripped, broken, and spilled on a lot of my favourite things and so I’ve learned to not let myself become too attached to belongings.  However, there are a few possessions that I have held onto and taken very good care of.

I have my four house plants that I’ve raised and cherished, but I can hardly imagine having them ritually sacrificed and buried with me, so that’s out. My down duvet is by far one of my most beloved objects, but I suspect I won’t be too worried about comfort once I’m 6ft under.  I also have my beautiful art history textbooks that weigh around 8 pounds each that I painfully lug around with me to each new home. Those are possible grave keepers.

Honestly, if I were to drop dead tomorrow (knock on wood), I think I would be satisfied simply being buried in an outfit that I often wear with my favorite necklace, some photographs of me with my friends and loved ones, and a flask of rye whiskey. I don’t know how well these things would communicate my ‘identity’, but they make me happy.

Phew, made it through without crying again. Till next week!