Don’t worry, friends and family. I’m not dying, at least as far as I know. I could have cancer right now, or maybe some undiagnosed heart condition. From what I can tell without an in-home MRI, I’m not dying. Not now. But, being the type-a person that I am, I like to plan and control everything, including what happens after I die. So, I want to be sure everyone knows what I want.
I’m not an emotional person. If you are into personality types, you should know that I am an INTJ. Look it up. It’s more of a thinking than a feeling type. Think of me as sort of a Vulcan. I watched maybe three episodes of Star Trek in my life (Star Wars is WAY better), but I know that Vulcans are logical creatures with nifty ears. They don’t want to hug you and talk about your feelings. That is how I feel about my own death. I don’t want people making a big fuss about it because of whatever feelings they might be having. Feelings don’t bring people back to life. They don’t do much of anything. Funerals just aren’t logical. What do they really DO?
First of all, it is super expensive to have a traditional funeral and burial. You have to buy a casket and a plot. You have to buy enough food for all of the people who attend this unnecessary event. What is the point of spending thousands of dollars so that a corpse can rot in the earth in a pretty, padded box?
Because that is what you are after you die. A corpse. You’re not a live person anymore. You’re already gone. So, you’re not actually going to feel the nice satin padding of the super deluxe coffin. You’re not going to know that you’re in your plot with your fancy marble tombstone.
And let’s talk about plots for a second. I haven’t done the research, but I would love to know how much land in this world is being used for the sole purpose of holding rotting bodies. I always hear about starving people in the world. So, why don’t we plant food instead of dead people? After all, it’s not like the people are going to grow into new people.
From what I can tell, we have funerals for the living. Living people need some sort of closure and seeing the casket and the corpse does that for them, maybe. I’m not one of those people. I don’t go to most funerals. I don’t see the point. It’s better to visit people when they are alive than to stand around and talk about how wonderful they are, or how peaceful they are in a “better place.”
When I die, I want my family to take whatever money they were going to blow on a funeral and give it to a cat shelter. I also want 20% of whatever money I have left to be donated to a cat shelter. I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes to be put wherever my family sees fit, but not in a plot with an expensive stone. And, if I’m being honest, not in the water. I hate water.