Squeamish Boy went to an autopsy today. This is part of his anatomy class that he is failing spectacularly. I assume going to the autopsy did nothing for his grade but at least he participated. Certainly he gets brownie points for showing up!
I was telling Bella about her brother going to the autopsy and she freaked. "I do NOT want an autopsy!" I assured her that she would not be having an autopsy if I could help it- although secretly I do not ever want to be around when/if she needs one. That should be AFTER I have had the "no autopsy decision" made for me. Anyway, it got us to talking about what she would like IF she should die young. It's an interesting topic to cover with your kids. She does not want to be cremated. She does not want to be embalmed. She does want to be buried in "a Hot Pink pretty casket" and she wants to be wearing her jammies. "Mom, you'd probably need to go out and buy me some pretty ones..." Also she wants her pink fluffy slippers on her feet.
Boy on the other hand wants to be cremated. Not embalmed or buried. And no autopsy, please. Although he admits it would be fun to be a zombie, he realizes that probably won't happen, so cremation, please.
I am with Boy- cremate me, please. Don't embalm me. A pine casket if I have to have one. Send me up in a puff of smoke and then scatter me at the beach. Not too particular which beach. Cozumel would be nice, but I will be with Freeport. I've always been happy at the beach.
Prince of a Husband needs to find himself a plot. He wants to be buried...spare no expense. Of course, he also wants to be on life support as long as possible and never pull the plug and no living will, please.
I'll need to check with Bunny. Wonder what she wants? I feel like that by asking and knowing, this will be info I never need to have. Cross my fingers. And toes.
