Brian and I have discussed how to dispose of our bodies when we die. We’re to be parted out (take what ya need, we’re not going to be using it) and burn what’s left over.
I always kind of thought it would be neat to have my ashes scattered at Disneyland. Whatever is done with them, I don’t want them in an urn on someone’s hearth. I want them gone, scattered to the wind.
And after watching the news the past week, I know that’s the best decision. I can’t even imagine the horror of having the bodies rise up from their graves. Too “Poltergeist” for my tender sensiblities.
“Hey, look, isn’t that Dianne?”........uh uh, not me. When I’m gone, I’m gone.
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