Walking On The Pathways Of The Dead

Yesterday whilst I was walking on the pathways of the dead, what I mean is that I was wandering around Old Paddington graveyard getting some relaxation time. I find it a perfect place for doing a wee bit of thinking and relaxing.

Looking at the many gravestones and various tombs it got me to thinking about death. I have of course faced death before when the grim reaper tried to cruelly snatch me in the Atlantic Ocean, but I was fortunately saved by an angel. If hadn’t survived I suppose my estranged wife would have decided upon the type of funeral I would have had.

As I walked past all those faded grave stones in the cemetery where you cant even read the names of the people in hole in the ground anymore, as well as all those crumbling and broken grave stones that have long been neglected, it got me thinking. When my time comes do I want a to be stuck in a  6 feet hole in the ground that will eventually be forgotten about.

The conclusion I came to was you can forget about sticking me in some fancy ugly coffin and then putting me into a hole in the ground to rot. FUCK THAT! As I watched what was probably the ugliest dog in the world pee on a massive fancy gravestone, it brought it home to me how meaningless a hole in the ground with a gravestone really is.

It is going to be cremation for me. I might as well speed up the process of my body turning to dust, because that is what eventually happens to us all anyway. It is the natural cycle of life, death and decay.

I have heard it said from so called Christians that if you are cremated it wont be possible for God to one day reunite your body with your soul, when the second coming happens. I don’t quite get there point of view, it is a little bit messed up. Lets face facts millions of Christians through the centuries have already had their bones turn to dust. God created us all in the first place, so I wouldn’t be too concerned about his powers to turn dust into life.

One thing my close encounter with death has taught me is that none of us know when our turn to face the music will arrive. So if you want your last wishes to be respected I guess you need to get it down onto paper via your last will and testament.

I quite like the idea of having my ashes scattered in the Scotland District in Barbados. A nice spot overlooking the mighty Atlantic Ocean would do me nicely. As much as I love Scotland the weather is too cold for me there and if I’m getting to chose where my ashes will blow away in the wind, I’m going to choose somewhere warm and sunny.

As far as my facing the music I quite like the idea of having “Auld Lang Syne” blasting out on the boombox as my ashes are scattered into the wind. For fuck sakes if anybody has the bagpipes screeching out I will come back and haunt you.

 

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