So, how do you want to go … after you’re gone? You know, post-croak. Past your “best-if-used-before” date. Nod off for The Big Sleep. Cash out in the final checkout line. Exit, stage life.
“I don’t want to be buried,” my wife told me a while back when the subject came up. “I don’t want to be in the ground. That’s too creepy and gross.”
“Me neither,” said I.
“So you want to be cremated too?”
“Nope. I want to be stuffed.”
“Stuffed? Like a raccoon or a bear?”
“Ayup. Have me stuffed standing up, with a big friendly smile on my face.”
“Just a couple more wishes. Plant me standing up in the front yard, by the side of the road with one arm up in the air. Maybe with a little motor in it so it waves it back and forth to the cars going by the house. In fact, maybe pull out the mailbox and put me there. You could attach the box to me and then put my other arm to good use.”
“I’m afraid to ask, but I must – for what?”
“Arm up – and the mailman knows there’s outgoing mail in the box. Think of that. I’d not only be decorative, but practical too. Perfect.”
“Really, that’s disgusting.”
“I suppose discussing Christmas lights would be over the top then …”
Now, before you write off my last request as just another goofy thing only my mind is capable of concocting, think again. I’m not the only one out there. And I know this because some pretty odd final requests … have been granted.
And in this corner …
If you haven’t noticed, Christopher Rivera Amaro of Puerto Rico is a boxer. It was his life. Well, it was until tragically he was killed in a shooting in January. A funeral home director handling the burial services for Rivera’s family told the Associated Press they wanted to stress his boxing. So the funeral home suggested posing him in a ring for his wake.
Looks like they were happy with the idea. That’s his mother on the left, his wife at right and his son kneeling in front of him.
Riding off into the cemetery …
Billy Standley loved his 1967 Harley. So much the Mechanicsburg, Ohio, man wasn’t about to leave this physical world without it and he told his family about it. He bought additional grave plots next to his wife and his sons built the special plexiglass coffin so he and his vintage Electra Glide …
… could ride off into the topsoil.
Now, about those Christmas lights …