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May. 30th, 2002 12:29 pmI got a call from Green Lawn Cemetery this week. Apparently the plot next to my father is available and Alice Floyd really wanted to sell it to me.
As I talk to her, it becomes clear she knows very little about me. She asks if I'm still in school. She confuses me with my uncle Al. She really wants to sell me a place where I can be buried.
I'm not intending to be buried. Even before I started watching Six Feet Under, I found the whole die/get embalmed/get buried cycle to be rather stupid and pointless.
My father died 20 years ago last week. In the past 20 years I've visited his grave about 3 times, including the funeral. It holds no real interest to me. He's not there. Visiting a place where a box of his bones is buried won't make me feel any better about anything. My father lives on in my memories, a few photos and me.
You may remember this post (Friends only) where I said there is nothing I would do differently. That includes my fathers death. It was something that changed my life forever. Dad was a serious Christian, and he had stated that I would never attend public schools because they were "firmly in the grip of satan." So if he had lived, I never would have gone to the same high school, met the friends I have or lived the life I did.
So when I die I don't intend to be buried next to him. Not because I didn't love him, but because that plot of ground has nothing to do with the man I knew. My wishes for Cheez-It immortality have already been made known. However I expect that may be too much work for my slack-ass friends. So when I die, cremate me and then be creative. Mix a tiny bit of ashes with some salt and do a round of tequila shooters. Throw big handfuls of me in the faces of people I didn't like. Just be creative. Don't put me in a jar so that when people ask "What's in the jar?" there can be an uncomfortable silence.
As I talk to her, it becomes clear she knows very little about me. She asks if I'm still in school. She confuses me with my uncle Al. She really wants to sell me a place where I can be buried.
I'm not intending to be buried. Even before I started watching Six Feet Under, I found the whole die/get embalmed/get buried cycle to be rather stupid and pointless.
My father died 20 years ago last week. In the past 20 years I've visited his grave about 3 times, including the funeral. It holds no real interest to me. He's not there. Visiting a place where a box of his bones is buried won't make me feel any better about anything. My father lives on in my memories, a few photos and me.
You may remember this post (Friends only) where I said there is nothing I would do differently. That includes my fathers death. It was something that changed my life forever. Dad was a serious Christian, and he had stated that I would never attend public schools because they were "firmly in the grip of satan." So if he had lived, I never would have gone to the same high school, met the friends I have or lived the life I did.
So when I die I don't intend to be buried next to him. Not because I didn't love him, but because that plot of ground has nothing to do with the man I knew. My wishes for Cheez-It immortality have already been made known. However I expect that may be too much work for my slack-ass friends. So when I die, cremate me and then be creative. Mix a tiny bit of ashes with some salt and do a round of tequila shooters. Throw big handfuls of me in the faces of people I didn't like. Just be creative. Don't put me in a jar so that when people ask "What's in the jar?" there can be an uncomfortable silence.
