Does Morbidity Grow With Age?
I was visiting my aunt this weekend and plopped down next to her on the couch and came face to face with a decorative box that was sitting on the coffee table. I was quietly admiring the fine painting that had been done on it when my aunt spoke up and said "That's my urn." With a look of puzzlement I looked from the box to her. Nodding, she said "That's my urn, you know, for my ashes, you'll have to put it on your mantle." Ummmm...
First of all.. I do not plan to put the ashes of ANYONE OR ANYTHING on my mantle at ANYTIME! I do not care who it is that dies, they're not going on my mantle!
Reason 1. The chance of someone's ghost/spirit hanging around thier freshly charred remains is way too high for me to be comfortable.
Reason 2. Explaining to friends, small child-like relatives what exactly is in the box on my mantle.
Reason 3. We've all seen Meet The Parents, what happens when the box gets knocked off the mantle and there's ash all over my livingroom. *covers mouth* I just threw up in my mouth a little.
Secondly.. At what point do you become either so fascinated with your own death or run out of things to do to amuse yourself that you actually take the time to go urn shopping!? Or is it more like you're just shopping along and you see a nice box "Ooooer! I love that box! I want to be DEAD in that box!"
ugh.
