Amanda R – Puglia, Italy
I was in the Peace Corps in Tonga. When somebody dies, they keep them in bed for three days and everybody comes by, and you sniff them. The Tongan “kiss” is where you… Continue reading
I was in the Peace Corps in Tonga. When somebody dies, they keep them in bed for three days and everybody comes by, and you sniff them. The Tongan “kiss” is where you… Continue reading
When the cardinal attempted to excommunicate me that one time and I decided I needed to resign from the Council, I had to call St. Boniface to see if they could bury a… Continue reading
It would only matter what happened to me after death if you could download all of my thoughts onto a memory disk. My ancestors will be able to know what my choices would… Continue reading
I want to be cremated and my ashes spread in Montana on a mountain by “Touchdown Jesus.” It’s a happy memory place. I love skiing and I’d be overlooking the valley and I think… Continue reading
I’ve always liked graveyards and visiting people’s graves. It gives me a sense of mortality and a sense of place in the world. That said, it’s not the most environmentally sound process. So… Continue reading
I guess I haven’t spent a lot of time talking about it. I have a slight fear of death. My mom is petrified of dying and refuses to even discuss it. I grew… Continue reading
My wife Barb and I talk about this because we want to be together. I don’t need my body to stay in this form, it can just go into the ground and be meat,… Continue reading
I thought my wife Stacey and I were going to be cremated, but really, it doesn’t matter to me what happens to my body after I die. If I die first, I just… Continue reading
I don’t want a funeral, I want a party. I don’t want people to mourn. I’d want a band with a woman singing torch songs and dirges. I want Judy Garland to come… Continue reading
First, I want to be cremated. Then I want my ashes to be turned into an ash glaze and have that glaze applied around the rim of classic 1950s diner mugs. In a… Continue reading