Read what other people have thought of, or done to do to prepare for death.
I read in your book about when David had the playing cards made to give out at his wake. I think baseball hats with the
name and birth/death year under the name might be nice. It might get rather expensive, but golf putters with the persons
name on it would be cool, maybe just for a few special people. Andy - Phoenix
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*Reprinted from AP July 6, 2005
PITTSBURGH - James Henry Smith was a zealous Pittsburgh Steelers fan in life, and even death could not keep him from
his favorite spot: in a recliner, in front of a TV showing his beloved team in action.
Smith, 55, of Pittsburgh, died of prostate cancer Thursday. Because his death wasn't unexpected, his family was able
to plan for an unusual viewing Tuesday night. The Samuel E. Coston Funeral Home erected a small stage in a viewing
room, and arranged furniture on it much as it was in Smith's home on game day Sundays. Smith’s body was on the
recliner, his feet crossed and a remote in his hand. He wore black and gold silk pajamas, slippers and a robe. A pack
of cigarettes and a beer were at his side, while a high-definition TV played a continuous loop of Steelers highlights.
“I couldn't stop crying after looking at the Steeler blanket in his lap,” said his sister, Mary Ann Nails, 58. “He loved football
and nobody did (anything) until the game went off. It was just like he was at home.” Longtime friend Mary Jones called
the viewing “a celebration.” “I saw it and I couldn't even cry,” she said. “People will see him the way he was.”
Smith’s burial plans were more traditional — he’ll be laid to rest in a casket.
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I propose a mortuary that would pose the deceased in life-like situations, propped in a sitting room, in chairs and on
sofas, to await those who come to view them. The deceased would be dressed in their "Sunday Best," as if they were
eagerly awaiting their visitors.
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Instead of dying and getting cremated or buried in a hole in a septic cemetery, how about having your body processed to
be fertilizer, to be spread on your survivor's lawn or garden, to produce continuing beauty or delicious fruit
as a remembrance?
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Some of us like to travel and would like to remember and be remembered wherever we have been. How about a
multi-location funeral, with bits and pieces of your body buried in the various places you have been and even
in a few places you just wish you had had the chance to visit, but didn't?
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I wish that my body be disposed of with a favorite book or two, just in case there is a waiting room to the afterlife.
And, if the afterlife is eternal, as is surmised by many, then the waiting period could be very, very long.
Perhaps that book should be War & Peace, or something equally long,
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The Mafia reportedly invented aspects of this, but, if it's a good idea...... If you are building a new home or business,
put your deceased into the cement. This way they are a part of your lives, the lives of those loved by the deceased.
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When at a funeral, all participants should bring a small trinket, a meaningful reminder of their relationship
with the deceased, to put into the casket to be buried, or burned, with the corpse.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
How about a completely silent funeral? All communication would be done with posture, gestures,
facial expressions, silent tears and the like.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
How about having a law passed that would allow a mausoleum or something of the sort on your own property
so that family members, and perhaps close friends, could be buried together and remain on the family property.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
The U. S. Postal Service allows us to print stamps on our computers now. Why not use this service to print memorial
stamps with a photo of the deceased to be used by family and friends on their mail. The photo could be a portrait,
or a depiction of a an event in the deceased's life,
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It might be interesting, instead of eulogies, to have each guest at a funeral read portions of books that they think
describe the character of the deceased. The portion of the book may be descriptive of a particular character
in the book the guest feels well describes something about the deceased.
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T-Shirts should be the norm at funerals. And, to make it even more interesting, have t-shirts with pictures
of the deceased on the front,
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
When I die, I want my body to be wrapped in bacon, Canadian Bacon at that, so that I will smell good when they cremate
me. Some may want to be wrapped in chicken strips, or what ever your favorite food happens to be.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Funerals are too somber. We need to lighten up about death. Death is an end, in a way, but a beginning in another way.
For many religious people, death is the doorway into paradise, a life of rewards for a life well-lived.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Families should hire photographers, as they do for weddings, to photograph funerals. This would provide closure
to the loved one's life, with, hopefully, a lot of photos of those who loved and respected the deceased enough
to attend the funeral to say farewell.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
We should have an option to purchase "Graffiti Coffins" for our funerals. These would be made of a substance
easy to write on, with a background color making it easy to read what is written. Then, as people pay their respects,
they could also leave a note on the casket.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
After Woody Guthrie’s death, his family attempted to scatter his ashes in the water off Coney Island.
Unfortunately, the metal urn wouldn’t open—even after it was punctured with a beer-can opener,
so his son Arlo simply hurled it into the ocean.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Former Marvel Comics editor Mark Gruenwald had his ashes mixed with the ink used to print Marvel’s Squadron
Supreme, a compilation of the original 12 issues in the series of the same name.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Glenn Dorenbush, a notorious San Francisco barfly, wanted most of his ashes flushed down the toilets of his favorite
haunts. Despite a California law restricting ash-scattering down the can, his drinking buddies complied.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
One of the Yankees’ most devoted fans, Betty Fein, had her ashes sprinkled around home plate at Yankee Stadium
in 1996. Now she can truly live up to her nickname, The Angel of the Infield.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Mark Romashko, or “Rashko,” the former president of the Citrus County Rebel Biker Club, had his ashes inserted
into one of his Harleys’ dual gas tanks. His wife, who died within a year, had hoped to have her ashes placed
in the other tank, but her family refused to comply with her wishes.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
And of course there’s the tale of a certain Hollywood someone-or-other whose friends had him cremated and then
snorted him. Urban legend? Or has the war on drugs made cocaine a lot more scarce than anyone realized?
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I read in your book about when David had the playing cards made to give out at his wake. I think baseball hats with the
name and birth/death year under the name might be nice. It might get rather expensive, but golf putters with the persons
name on it would be cool, maybe just for a few special people. Andy - Phoenix
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
*Reprinted from AP July 6, 2005
PITTSBURGH - James Henry Smith was a zealous Pittsburgh Steelers fan in life, and even death could not keep him from
his favorite spot: in a recliner, in front of a TV showing his beloved team in action.
Smith, 55, of Pittsburgh, died of prostate cancer Thursday. Because his death wasn't unexpected, his family was able
to plan for an unusual viewing Tuesday night. The Samuel E. Coston Funeral Home erected a small stage in a viewing
room, and arranged furniture on it much as it was in Smith's home on game day Sundays. Smith’s body was on the
recliner, his feet crossed and a remote in his hand. He wore black and gold silk pajamas, slippers and a robe. A pack
of cigarettes and a beer were at his side, while a high-definition TV played a continuous loop of Steelers highlights.
“I couldn't stop crying after looking at the Steeler blanket in his lap,” said his sister, Mary Ann Nails, 58. “He loved football
and nobody did (anything) until the game went off. It was just like he was at home.” Longtime friend Mary Jones called
the viewing “a celebration.” “I saw it and I couldn't even cry,” she said. “People will see him the way he was.”
Smith’s burial plans were more traditional — he’ll be laid to rest in a casket.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
I propose a mortuary that would pose the deceased in life-like situations, propped in a sitting room, in chairs and on
sofas, to await those who come to view them. The deceased would be dressed in their "Sunday Best," as if they were
eagerly awaiting their visitors.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Instead of dying and getting cremated or buried in a hole in a septic cemetery, how about having your body processed to
be fertilizer, to be spread on your survivor's lawn or garden, to produce continuing beauty or delicious fruit
as a remembrance?
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Some of us like to travel and would like to remember and be remembered wherever we have been. How about a
multi-location funeral, with bits and pieces of your body buried in the various places you have been and even
in a few places you just wish you had had the chance to visit, but didn't?
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
I wish that my body be disposed of with a favorite book or two, just in case there is a waiting room to the afterlife.
And, if the afterlife is eternal, as is surmised by many, then the waiting period could be very, very long.
Perhaps that book should be War & Peace, or something equally long,
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
The Mafia reportedly invented aspects of this, but, if it's a good idea...... If you are building a new home or business,
put your deceased into the cement. This way they are a part of your lives, the lives of those loved by the deceased.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
When at a funeral, all participants should bring a small trinket, a meaningful reminder of their relationship
with the deceased, to put into the casket to be buried, or burned, with the corpse.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
How about a completely silent funeral? All communication would be done with posture, gestures,
facial expressions, silent tears and the like.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
How about having a law passed that would allow a mausoleum or something of the sort on your own property
so that family members, and perhaps close friends, could be buried together and remain on the family property.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
The U. S. Postal Service allows us to print stamps on our computers now. Why not use this service to print memorial
stamps with a photo of the deceased to be used by family and friends on their mail. The photo could be a portrait,
or a depiction of a an event in the deceased's life,
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
It might be interesting, instead of eulogies, to have each guest at a funeral read portions of books that they think
describe the character of the deceased. The portion of the book may be descriptive of a particular character
in the book the guest feels well describes something about the deceased.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
T-Shirts should be the norm at funerals. And, to make it even more interesting, have t-shirts with pictures
of the deceased on the front,
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
When I die, I want my body to be wrapped in bacon, Canadian Bacon at that, so that I will smell good when they cremate
me. Some may want to be wrapped in chicken strips, or what ever your favorite food happens to be.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Funerals are too somber. We need to lighten up about death. Death is an end, in a way, but a beginning in another way.
For many religious people, death is the doorway into paradise, a life of rewards for a life well-lived.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Families should hire photographers, as they do for weddings, to photograph funerals. This would provide closure
to the loved one's life, with, hopefully, a lot of photos of those who loved and respected the deceased enough
to attend the funeral to say farewell.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
We should have an option to purchase "Graffiti Coffins" for our funerals. These would be made of a substance
easy to write on, with a background color making it easy to read what is written. Then, as people pay their respects,
they could also leave a note on the casket.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
After Woody Guthrie’s death, his family attempted to scatter his ashes in the water off Coney Island.
Unfortunately, the metal urn wouldn’t open—even after it was punctured with a beer-can opener,
so his son Arlo simply hurled it into the ocean.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Former Marvel Comics editor Mark Gruenwald had his ashes mixed with the ink used to print Marvel’s Squadron
Supreme, a compilation of the original 12 issues in the series of the same name.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Glenn Dorenbush, a notorious San Francisco barfly, wanted most of his ashes flushed down the toilets of his favorite
haunts. Despite a California law restricting ash-scattering down the can, his drinking buddies complied.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
One of the Yankees’ most devoted fans, Betty Fein, had her ashes sprinkled around home plate at Yankee Stadium
in 1996. Now she can truly live up to her nickname, The Angel of the Infield.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
Mark Romashko, or “Rashko,” the former president of the Citrus County Rebel Biker Club, had his ashes inserted
into one of his Harleys’ dual gas tanks. His wife, who died within a year, had hoped to have her ashes placed
in the other tank, but her family refused to comply with her wishes.
********************************************************************************************************************************************************
And of course there’s the tale of a certain Hollywood someone-or-other whose friends had him cremated and then
snorted him. Urban legend? Or has the war on drugs made cocaine a lot more scarce than anyone realized?
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