When I pass away, I want to be buried with a tree, so that my descendants can carve their names into it and I can know them a little bit forever. My sister once proclaimed that she wants her funeral to be a masquerade ball so that when someone opens her casket, expecting an elaborate prank, it would really just be her dead body. I know friends who want to be buried by family or have their ashes spread in the ocean or be kept in an urn and looked after by their children. Morbidly or sarcastically or jokingly, whatever the fashion, everyone has thought of where they will go when they set sail toward the light. So what becomes of the remains left without a voice?
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