I Want to Go in My Sleep

cloisonne jar

Ah comfy

Reading a blog I follow started my day off with a good chuckle. That’s the best way to start a day, in my opinion. The post was I’ll Drive The Getaway, You Bring The Glue. It was a quickie with a good laugh at the end.  What could be better on a roasting hot Texas morning?

But it got me thinking about death, dying and humor. Approaching the whole thing with humor is better that the alternatives, fear, trembling, screaming, hysteria, etc. I know I will cross that thresh hold someday. Better to laugh about it than fear it everyday until that fateful day. It’s a waste of brain function and adrenalin better used for other things.

Gallagher’s post reminded me of a joke I heard. Don’t remember where or who to attribute it to..so hear goes. “When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep….not screaming in terror like the passengers in my car!” I snort every time I think about this, and of course hope that if I go in my sleep that I’m in bed or on the sofa, not driving a carload of friends. I’m perfectly OK with going it alone. This is one journey that I don’t want to take anyone with me. Unless of course, they are the cause of my demise. Then they are welcome to join me.***evil grin***

But on a semi-serious note. It is a kindness to loved ones to express your final wishes. Especially when it comes down what to do with your remains. Don’t make grieving people decide. Never did get my grandmother to tell me what she wanted done, where she wanted to be buried or anything relevant to her impending death. As a result she’s in a container from the crematorium wrapped in a blue velvet bag on the top shelf of the amoire in my office. Mother gets a kick out of it. She says it looks just like the bag Crown Royal bourbon comes in. I agree with her and Grandmommie would be spinning in her grave, if she had one. But she doesn’t and it’s because she wouldn’t tell me what she wanted, dammit!

I am reasonably sure I want to be cremated with one condition. I must be dead first! Then I want to be in a pretty cloisonne urn with pink roses on it. The jar can reside on the mantel, shrine or other place of honor for a limited time or until someone gets tired of dusting it. Then send it to where ever it is that one sends funeral urns for the rest of eternity.

13 responses

  1. I’ve got my sweet yellow lab in an urn on a table in my bedroom next to a picture of her precious face, and I look at it often and smile. I’d much prefer that to rotting in a box underground. I hope I go in my sleep, too, after way too much good champagne!

    1. Aww, we have our previous little schnauzer in a pretty wood box in the bookshelf in the den. He was a good friend.

  2. I understand all about the Texas weather.

    Cut me up and put me under the microscope is what I want. But even getting them to accept your cold corpse is a complicated process.

    1. Really? I did not know that. I thought you could just check off a box in your drivers license or something of that nature.

      1. I really don’t know. I just remember reading once on the internet (must be true…lol) about the different places etc to leave oneself to. And it just seemed there was a lot of research to do etc. I do have the driver’s license checked for donation.

        Who knows where or when? At least you only have to go through it once. Unless you believe in reincarnation………

  3. Good condition!

  4. I’m definitely with you on this one. Cannot understand all the fear of death, for as far as I am concerned death is the ONE certainty from the moment you are born. It IS going to happen!

    Yep, cremation for me too please. I don’t want to be taking up valuable space when I am dead – we are trying to house 7 billion living people as it is!

  5. Go to sleep and never wake up, not in this world anyway, it’s the only way to go. Hope you are enjoying the sun. We are in to week 4 of rain here in Ireland. 🙂

    1. Send some of that rain over here to Texas. Been to Ireland, it’s beautiful, when you can see it through the rain 🙂

  6. I’d prefer to die in my sleep, as well.

    1. thanks Kathy, hope you’re back on yer feet 🙂

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