We were having our wills done when Bill Shearouse asked, "And when you die?"
"Cremate me," I quickly said.
"Seriously" Sarah asked?
"Yeah, why?"
"I think I'm going to be buried," she explained.
"That's alright," I told her, "You can throw my ashes on your casket."
Bill didn't seem to know what to write down.
The fact of the matter is, I've always planned to be cremated. My Dad was cremated and hasn't missed a University of Georgia game since. Angi, my sister, pulls him out and sets him in his chair, opens a beer beside him and Dad cheers for the DAWGS with the rest of us.
I've instructed Jeremy, Kristen and Chelsea ... my kids ... that when I die, cremate me and put my ashes in little baggies that I will leave for them. Each baggie will have a name on it. The names are of people I don't like ... the Board Chair who chooses to remain anonymous (Jerry Rainy) and other assholes like him.
Then one of my beloved children will tap one on the shoulder having dumped my ashes from the baggie into their hand.
"Dad says Hi," the will explain as they blow my ashes into their face.
I think its a wonderful way to go out.
What are your funeral plans?
As you can see, I've got mine all figured out.
