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When you die is it your wish to be put into the coffin en fem? Hope nobody is offended by that.
I have thought about that, I hope to start living full time for the rest of my life so that idea would be ok with me.
No coffin for me. One of my favorite songs about this is John Pryne’s , Please Don’t Bury Me.
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said
Down in the cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get 'em out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the Junkman
And give my love to Rose
Down in that cold, cold ground
No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Lol, Raquel,
I'll match your song and raise you one poem !
Woodland Burial by Pam Ayers
Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all, Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold. There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me. The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay. To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun. Marti xxx
No. Jewish tradition is to be buried in a shroud, sort of like a sheet with ties that is wrapped around you. This is for both males and females.
No offense here, and having just recently lost my wife, I have had to think about this. My answer is "No". I have requested a military burial, in my USAF uniform.
Lulu
Marti, that’s lovely. And way more reverent than my post. 😄
hi Raquel,
'Your' song, 'my' poem, there's room for both.
Marti xx
I have told my wife if she buries me in a suit and tie I will come back and haunt her. I would really like to be buried in one of my favorite nightgowns.
Thank You! Your so sweet
I keep telling my family I want to go Viking style. Throw my carcass and stuff in a big pile and burn it. I figure I won’t need this body when that time comes.
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Hi...
If I die while I'm at home...I will be en femme anyway...
So if a couple of neighbours can put me into a black bin bag.......then it's 3 - 2 - 1...into the back of the dustcart as it goes by....job done...
I probably won't feel a thing!!!!
Grace xx
Grace I want to be a fly on the wall when they find you in your beautiful bright outfit slumped over your computer logged on to CDH with one of your gloriously humorous posts half written and your long lost and mangled umbrella laying next to you. Oh the hilarity of the comments and expressions that ensue. 😂😂
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Oh yes...myself and my umbrella....
both knackered but as one....
lying in a state in state!!!!!!
Haha xx
painted toe nails.
