Regel Posted February 5, 2004 Report Posted February 5, 2004 As the topic description suggests it has been met with alot of strange looks in my family but it's how I feel. Burn me, please. Seems to me that when I go, A circus will come to town, Don’t paint my face and comb my hair, And stick me in the ground. Burn me, please. Funerals are so dull, People I cared for all in black, Why dress up what’s left I’m not coming back. Burn me, please. Pictures in a rented hall, Tell stories, laugh and cry Food and drink provide it all. And know that I’ll be standing by Burn me, please Flames or mildew Corruption seems to slow Forgive my decision Move on, let me go Just burn me, please.
Alaeha Posted February 5, 2004 Report Posted February 5, 2004 Personally, I maintain that I want my body sold to someone who will coat it in molten plastic, turning me into a shiny statue. The idea of having people pose next to me for pictures at my funeral makes it worth it. (and the idea of my family making money off my body, rather than the people who run graveyards) But maybe that's just me...
Yuki Kokoro Posted February 6, 2004 Report Posted February 6, 2004 I'd never given much thought to this subject but I like the ideas you presented here. Good reasoning. In my eyes whichever way gives the living more closure would be best, and whether that is fire or burial is up to them. Some people are comforted by the feeling that their body isn't gone gone, and like to know that, but the clean purging you described by fire is a good case as well. Enjoyable poem, well explained and concise.
purple_shadows Posted February 6, 2004 Report Posted February 6, 2004 Personally i want to be burried, but not in the kind of coffins we have now. I want my body to eventually rot away into the ground. My family of course, wants me to donate my organs to science and cremate whatever is left. So I really hope that they die before I do, because no way in hell am I letting that happen.
Appy Posted February 6, 2004 Report Posted February 6, 2004 Great poem Regel! This: Seems to me that when I go, A circus will come to town, And this: Pictures in a rented hall, Tell stories, laugh and cry Food and drink provide it all. And know that I’ll be standing by Reminds me strongly of how the ppl from Suriname bury their loved once, with a lot of music and a parade through town, celebrating his past life, instead of mourning his death... I always liked that idea for a funeral... Back to actual topic. To me burning was always preferred above burying, if just for the huge amount of space needed to bury people... and the prospect of ending up stacked and sorted as bones isn't all that appealing either, from a more personal point of view... Then again, I don't feel I could care much about what happens to my body after I died... on account of being dead. But the funny thing I DO have is that should they decide I could be used as donor (which I have no problem with on the whole) they ARE NOT to take my Eyes... I made my mom swear she'd remember that. Should tell my husband aswell, come to think of it Being the window to my soul in life, I don't want any other soul peeking through them sorta-thing... Thank you for sharing Regel
Gwaihir Posted February 6, 2004 Report Posted February 6, 2004 There are some very strong lines in this poem. I really enjoyed it and happen to agree that I'd also prefer to be burnt. Forgive my decision Move on, let me go Just burn me, please I think that those lines particularly interest me, because they suggest one reason that people like to make huge fusses and mournings at funerals. And I bet it's true too.
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