Mr. wOw | 10/26/2009 2:00 am
Cemeteries Dying Out: Mr. wOw's Plan B

I saw the story in USA Today on cemeteries dying out. There’s just no room on any lawn anymore. And it’s so pricey. Mr. wOw, who hates a confined space, has never quite understood the appeal of burial, if appeal is the proper word, and I know it’s not. Burials date back to the Paleolithic era, so yes, we’re used to it. Still, why take up space on this crowded planet — didn’t you get in the way enough when you were alive? And why the headstone? Unless you are Elvis or Marilyn or Michael Jackson, nobody’s gonna care if you were ever here or not. (Or an Egyptian. I have to say, the pyramids are a great way to go.)
Live on in the hearts and minds of your loved ones. Keep the ashes if you must, but cremation really is the best way, especially in these environmentally challenged times. And it is cheaper. Don’t tell me that doesn’t matter.
Oh, and what you’re thinking right now is correct. Mr. wOw, that selfish, heartless beast, has no family to consider, so of course he’s all for a bonfire and a future as fertilizer.























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We are probably going to see more and more "pauper burials" in this country and one reason why is a growing number of people cannot even afford cremation. Life insurance went the way of health insurance for quite a few. Others who dealt with a certain insurance company that will remain nameless found that their "universal life" policies didn’t automatically cover the annual premium with the interest and weren’t mailed notices and found they no longer had policies.
They could have sued. But then you have to have an attorney. And they can’t afford an attorney. Ah, life in America. Ain’t what it used to be.
Not long ago it was fashionable for loved ones to spread Ashes from cremation in San Francisco Bay. It was actually quite serene as The Neptune Society would allow a family to bring 5 or 6 mourners aboard and they could cater up to four or five "burials" per trip. The yacht would move to one area and the family would be on deck and the ashes would be scattered in the Bay by the family while the Neptune Society provided chrysanthemums also to be tossed overboard. Then the boat would move to another spot in the Bay and the second scattering of ashes would occur.
There is also wine served aboard ship. We were the last to scatter my father-in-law’s ashes …. and we gave him a less than sobering send-off! He would have been more than pleased and grateful that we didn’t add song to the occasion for which we were tempted.
I remember a very elderly lady with another group telling the Captain as we disembarked that she would be seeing him in the not distant future!
Nowadays, the yacht has to go out beyond the Golden Gate. It is no longer legal to scatter human ashes in the Bay.
F P
I am with you. Cremation is the only thing that makes sense to me. I mean, like I am going to know?
The funny thing about cremation is they put more than one body in at a time and they divide the ashes up in equal amounts, so the family doesn’t really know who they got. You could get some odd character’s ashes and think they were you family member’s. My cousin in Nevada found out that two prostitutes had been cremated at the same time as her aunt. Oh well.
Frannie Em -
I don’t know why but I am laughing. Some things are so weird, they are funny. I was not aware of the multiple bodies cremation … in fact, I doubt if that little known fact is openly disclosed. As you say, "oh, well".
I know. It made me laugh as well, knowing her aunt who was very conservative and particular about all of her arrangements.
My burial plot delima is that my sister at age 50 pre-deceased my parents. My parents purchased a double cemetery plot for my deceased sister and her husband near their own double cemetery plot. My sister’s husband had three wives prior to marrying my sister. After her death he remarried and is still married. My father approached him and offered to purchace the spousal plot, that my father had purchased in the first place, and give it to me, where his two daughters could be buried next to each other. Gruesome I know, but true. My father’s offer was declined. This happened many years ago. My father is now 92 and suffers Alzheimer’s and we frequently visit the cemetery on holidays with flowers etc. Come on folks, how many activities are there for a father and his only surviving primary family member, me? Mom is deceased also. The question is who should have the plot next to my sister? Me or her then husband? It is legally his and only on those visits with my dad to the cemetery do I think of this issue. It would be a comfort though to think when my time comes I would have a place with my family. I have only been married once many years ago and I have two children in their twenties. I have advised my children to cremate me and be done with it!! The jeweled urn does have a certain appeal though, I could hang out in my kids homes and creep out any future grandchildren!!!
My mother, in her 80’s, has two burial plots…one in the ground and one in the cremation burial vault. She vacillates weekly about which one I am to deliver when she dies. I asked her why she has two and she quickly responds that "the weather" has alot to do with it. If she dies in the spring or summer she states "Put me in the ground." If she dies in the winter months when it is cold she states "Put me in the above ground vault."
Even though she now has noticeable dementia, she remains the funniest person I have ever known.
phyllis, do you remember me posting back in June about taking my mother on a week long road trip back to the mountain where she was born? Now, that was riot! I heard stories about her I had never heard before like, "do you remember when you came home from school one day and my eyes were black and blue?" I said, "Yes, why?" "Do you remember what I told you was the cause?" I said, "Yes, I do. You told me you walked into a door." She said, "Well, I didn’t exactly tell you the truth that day. I had my upper and lower eyelids done by a plastic surgeon that day and I knew if I told YOU the truth the whole neighborhood would know by 6:00 p.m."
She has an amazingly good sense of humor. She calls me every day to check on "me." LOL
Thanks for your post!
Deber,
What a great story. She must be a hoot!