I was reading an article in The Washington Post about Aretha Franklin’s funeral service and came across this bit of information “She was wearing a full-length gold dress, the final of four outfits she was changed into throughout the week’s public viewings.”
Seriously? A corpse had 4 costume changes? I can’t even.
I think funerals are weird, beginning with funeral homes and viewings, and open caskets. I understand the emotional need some people may have to see the corpse – closure and all that. Seeing is believing, they are really dead, and all of that. But – I don’t want to participate – in any way, living or dead. I don’t want to see, or be seen.
What is the point? Why do you want to keep a dead body around? And dress it up, with make-up – like some kind of, what, gross Barbie doll? Once a person dies, and their soul leaves their body, what’s left isn’t anything more than a chunk of meat. The only reason you would “dress” up a chunk a meat is if you were planning to cook and eat it. We don’t do that, we don’t cook and eat other humans.
Same goes for burial – cemeteries are basically pretty landfills for dead humans. What a waste of space!
I absolutely believe in remembering our loved ones – with a whiz bang of a party, with reminiscences and stories – you talk about them, all the time – that’s how you keep people alive – you celebrate their lives not their deaths. You honor your dead by remembering them.
When I die, you can just haul my carcass directly to the crematorium, takes the ashes and scatter them to the wind. Actually, ashes are good for roses, so spread them around a yellow rose bush and help it grow and bloom. My husband always said that he would take my ashes to New York City and surreptitiously scatter my ashes throughout Central Park.
That works for me.