Are You Troubled at the Thought of Dying?

I understand there are dangers in cannibalism. To oneself, as well as to the person you have for dinner!

Thank heavens --I am largely vegetarian

Well. there's a Sixties version for wimps. Get cremated and send your pals a baggie of ashes they can smoke.

When we lived in Cooperstown, NY the town's water supply came from Lake Otsego, which borders the town. A woman had her husband cremated and the ashes sprinkled over the lake. When she gets out of bed and turns on the water faucet she says, "Good morning, Harry."

That's great. Ever work that into a story. Soundsl like something Ross Thomas would do with relish.

I have told family I don't want anything said about me they didn't say when I was alive, and I'd rather have flowers when alive than when dead. Well, I got so many flowers when I was sick last September, all family and friends have fulfilled that requirement.

And I want happy. That is what I did for my mom. The priest and I planned her sevice via email. It was participatory with family taking parts and providing music and words of remembrance. Afterwards people told me it was the best memorial service they'd ever been to.

I don't think the service is for the dead person, but for those left behind to have a time to get together.

But then I sometimes get upset sometimes that family get together at funerals but not other times.

Carol

When I think about dying I am not freighted. I just do not want to do it. It has nothing to do with worry or troubled. I just do not want to do it.

When I consider my death, it brings me to tears. I have so much I want to go on with. My real concern is the grief of my family. I know that they would have to go on, but I want to be there with them to do it. I do not think I can die without a big bunch of effort to stay alive. When I go, I hope that I am very, very old and everyone is so old as well that they understand that mom has to go sometime and good ridance.

It is not that I think that other life cannot go on without mine being part of it. I know that life, like time, marches toward the end. Boy, I will really be upset to be looking down on the living when I am a spirit. What an opportunity we have with the life time we are given.

I would be willing to go and live in the cistern with the frogs just so I could be alive in some form or other. Frog, lizard, toad, chicken (we are hoping here) ah! dog....I would have to have been awfully good to be someone's dog....

Maybe Wooffer would find me.

Love,
Betty

My father-in-law is going so easily and gracefully. Just before his 80th birthday he had a stroke, he has survived 12 years after and is just not waking up. For 8 days he has been sleeping.

I wish everyone could just go to sleep and not wake up when they were at least 92 years old.

I am.

Me too.

I haven't looked after mine enough for anyone to want them and by the time I'm finished with them they should be as knackered as me.

Love Betty's post. Since you don't want to go, Betty, just refuse to do it. And frog, lizard or dog, you can be sure Woofer would find you.

A passage from the Book of Mormon says:

Now, there is a death which is called a temporal death, and the death of Christ shall loose the bands of this temporal death, that all shall be raised from this temporal death.
The spirit and the body shall be reunited again in its perfect from; both limb and joint shall be restored to its proper frame, even as we now are at this time, ....

No, I am not troubled by temporal death.

Charlie

If it means not having to fight over PA--might not be half -bad.

Dear Marie,
I like your new avatar.

I am an organ donator my self. They can pick the ones that are still useable. My heart is not, probably my liver, my kidneys are on 50 percent, but my brain is almost intact. sometime I get a little deficient in the memory capacity, and my hearing is not good at all, my eyesight is registered legally blind, and I do hope that one day the brain can be transplanted. I know a few people who are walking around that could use a good used one. Used brains must come at a higher price than those that have had little use.

Like antique brains, ahhhh! Can you see that on Antique Roadshow.

...I have this brain that I bought from a used brain dealer. He said it was the brain of Einstein, but the only proof I have is that it knows E can be squared. ......

I do have to much fun.

Love,
Betty

Betty,

You have the most charmng outlook.

I'm not afriad. Look at how you can go out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJ9Twgif9gM

This is a real commercial by the way.

I wonder how much that costs--doesnt't look cheap to me.

Im just here to do a job. When my shift is over, I get to go home and rest. Nothin more to it than that.

"I will have no man in my boat who is not afraid of big fish", said the chief mate of the Pequot.
Yes, why be afraid if you feel well and health, But be aware, the dead is there and some day we must die, the old age become more wakeful for that sort of thoughts.
When you are there, in your customary life, provided with all that social security and all your friend around you, in the warm and stedy environment – in such circulations the dead not worry you and the thought of dead not arose like it come in mind when your are far from you sweet home, alone among strange peoples, and you feel cold and paint in you body and mid – then you cannot resist the thought that a man is going to die some day. That’s the primary thought that a man cannot avoid

Well said, Harry. Nice to 'see' you here again!

I am an organ donor, for sure. I want them to take everything they can cut, scrape off, or peel away, burn the rest, sprinkle my ashes over a waterfall in North Carolina, and throw a nice party. I hope all my friends will tell funny stories about all the crazy and stupid things I have said and done...there have been a few.

Worried? No. I just want the time to accomplish as much as possible to brighten my corner of the planet. Do some good for some folks. Not just take up space.

When I cross over, I can look down and grin. And plan clever jokes.

I too am an organ donor. I am not afraid of death, just not ready to go yet. And I would not like a lingering death like my grandfather had, or a painful death like my dear friend had when her truck rolled, or the severe death when another friend crashed in a helicopter. Quick, and preferably with a big smile on my face is my preference, if I am permitted to design my own death.

On the subect of funerals, well, here is a thought for you. The funeral is not for the dead, it is for the living. It is not a celebration (to my way of thinking), it is a right of passage. There is some interesting work I have read about the devolution of societal norms and lack of importance that we place on what once were our societal values that was linked to the fact that we stopped many traditional gatherings that were once seen as extremely important, like funerals. They spoke to the loss of those once important events contributing to a decline of respect shown for the dead as well as the mourning survivors within a community, and upon examination, perhaps also those other things that demonstrated our place in a community and family. When I looked at how disconnected people are (i.e. who of us knows our neighbours? all our cousins?) this really hit home for me.
So bring on the funeral. And the meaningful wedding. Baby christenings. Family dinners on Sunday (or Saturday - or some day). Please.

I guess it's all the way you look at it, Pam. I have always thought having people file by a casket to view a dead body is barbaric and a horrible ordeal for those close to the deceased. When my father died the funeral director offered to open the casket for me when I arrived in town. I told him no thanks. I preferred to remember him when he was alive, not lying in a casket.