What will happen when you die?

[Rockinonahigh]

I recently bought a final expence policy to cover whatever needs doing after I pass on,I have a will that covers what ever estate I may have wich he will get,my fur kids will be with my son who I share a house with.The fur kids love him almost as much as they do me.My son has a fue close friends the rest of the people he knows are co workers and others who pass through his life,he is to much like me unfourtunatly but with the world as it is it is probly better to just keep things close to the vest.I chose cremation then he will bring me home and put me on my trophie case faceing the window.I told him when the time comes I will always be there just speak to me and I will hear and respond in some way just be open minded about how I do it.I was going to get a life inshurance policy but the disablity office said if I did they would take it from my boy cause of me being on disablity its sort of a pay back to them.All I can say if F to the sso will do what I must so my passing wont be a financable burden to him,he has worked very hard to have what he has and achived in his life time,like his own slice of the american dream pie.
One thing for shure there are a fue people who I will haunt just for fun,I mean a little karma will keep them wondering.

[Gráinne]

Well, I know exactly what I don't want.

When my oldest brother died in Illinois, his widow never thought to call me or his daughters from his previous marriage-we all had to find out secondhand, then drive like a maniac (thank God it was only a six hour drive from Arkansas) to reach the funeral on time. The daughters drove from the opposite direction, from Minnesota.

The funeral-there he was, in his open coffin (not commonly done in my family), and it was a shock as my kids had never seen that before. Then canned hymns and words from the ancient funeral director, who hadn't known him well. My brother died of a heart attack in his own kitchen, and the director made note that he "was in Jesus's arms before he hit the floor". With the shock and grief, I nearly burst out laughing but it came out a sob. Same with his daughters, next to me.

Then the widow had him buried in Chicago, which is an inconvenient place to "visit" him, as there's no family there. I don't know why he's there, except maybe that was his wife's home. Yeah, you could say I was bitter for a long while after that.

When my middle brother died, he had the full military funeral at Arlington National Cemetery. He had been divorced from my sister-in-law for twenty years, but they remained very close. She and my nephews arranged the funeral, making sure everyone approved, then arranged a reception at a hotel afterwards. It was so "him", I bawled.

My parents did the same thing as Ciaran's parents, but they were cremated and are in a niche together. They didn't want the children to have to go to that expense while in shock. Both of them had included how they wanted their memorial service to go in their wills. I gave a eulogy for my father.

As for me-I've been thinking of this too. The catch is that I don't see myself living in America after about 5-6 years. My children will be grown by then, and I've long known that even though I am from here, I'm not of here. I live here, but I'm not home.

It was my thought that my children and their families hold a memorial service in the States. I will have a suggested playlist in my final papers, with not a sad hymn in sight. It will at least include Led Zepplin's "Over The Hills and Far Away", some Van Morrison, and a favorite Warren Zevon song. Perhaps some other selections that show my absolute lack of good taste and dark sense of humor. I want laughter. If there's an insistence on a reading, then Isaiah 55:12.

Then I will be cremated, and my children bring me back to a place I haven't found yet, to be scattered. I don't know all the legalities of this, but it will be long arranged ahead of time (I hope).

I understand a type of "diaspora", in a sense. American society is very mobile, and most of my family has moved far from our home state. Thus, my family is buried in Chicago, Washington D.C., Wisconsin, and Ohio. Further generations back are also all over the place. It's a further issue when your home country isn't even "home".

[deb_U_taunt]

I have bought a box and cremation services. I don't want to leave the responsibility to anyone to have to carry around my remains or have to figure out what I want.
In the last year I have put all insurance papers and bank passwords in a safe, which my mom and daughter have keys to. I became solvent at the beginning of this year. I added both to my bank accounts.
I have put names and dates and put in folders all my pictures and framed and hung so many more.
I have sold my house and moved closer to family.
My mom and one sister said they will take care of my baby (dog).

I used to believe we became worm food. But my grandma passed away a year ago and her energy is with me everyday. My grandpa (her husband of 71 years) and her dog passed away within months of her. I know she pulled them to her.

[always2late]

I'm going to be cremated, and my ashes will be buried in this bio urn which will become a tree.

[Ginger]

I don't care what happens to my body after I die. As for my "affairs," I have everything in order. My sister will likely get stuck dealing with the closure tasks that come with someone's death. I don't care what she does. Knowing her it will be economic and secular. That's fine.

[Turtle]

I have a very distinct feeling for the spirit being gone from the body...

...the body will go to transplant anything possible, the remains get cremated, the ocean or a nice mountain for scattering is good.

The service is up to partner and kids, it's for them anyway.

Beneficiaries are named. Done.

[skeeter_01]

My bff and I have promised each other that if anything happened to either of us..the survivor will take custody of the others dog..she's the first on my ICE on my phone....

Just knowing that Ty (my dog) would be going with his "aunt Jess" has taken all of the fear out of THAT part of that fateful day....

skeet