Mum's was conducted by a Humanist celebrant and it was just right..  all about her. It was a proper marking of her time here and a celebration of the brilliant, funny, kind woman she was. Good music too It was difficult, obviously , but uplifting in a way. Folk still talk about it , which is nice

I quite fancy being planted - there's a woodland burial site not too far from here , Having escaped a fire  years ago, I don't fancy letting it get me when I'm deid!

I am hoping to become incredibly rich and then go into cryogenic suspension until such time as some clever person invents a cure for death so some clown turning me into ashes and then a paper weight or something wouldn't really be ideal for me at all.

I've always fancied been stuffed.

I can appreciate it's not for everyone but it's a very serious business. Some people prefer to be cremated ...............it's hardly a clown affair.

Great choice col **hugs** - most of us don't know where or when of course but it's always best to be prepared. My lovely but ever practical grandmother had us all sing her hymn choices to make sure we had the right tune. 

Am an atheist to the core but the son of a good mate had a humanist funeral about 10 years back and though I couldn't attend his funeral her letter afterwards was so descriptive it utterly moved me. He was a high school teacher - his class all contributed and a tree was planted. It will be is a glorious copse and will only get better as time goes on. It was my choice then and remains so.

My never-ending quest for immortality is no laughing matter either 

this is the theme of most of our family funerals I have attended (of relatives 1 or 2 generations above me)....   on my dads side.   they end up big family get togethers and end up with a lot of drunk older people..   doing the Mikado standing on coffee tables and calling each other 'squire'!   (with me, my brother & all our cousins watching in horror/wonder/amusement! )

& yeah...  when I think about them...  they are really good send offs.

I have to share this though...

My dearest friend has a lovely "middle" son (let's call him Bill) -  imagine Bart Simpson and there you have him. No malice but dives straight into life. He's adorable - even at 16.

Anyway about 7 years back when Bill was 9 his grandpa died. It was October and the night before the funeral said mate had her 3 kids writing/drawing something personal to put into the coffin. Gentle music was playing, an incense stick was burning - all was calm. Eldest son at 12 was writing a letter, daughter at 7 was drawing a picture of pink and glitter. Bill asks his mum if she has any sellotape. She directs him to appropriate drawer.

After 60 seconds her natural antennae as Bill's mum kicks in. She wanders over to see what he's created. And there it is. Bill has selloptaped some of the incense stick ash to his sheet of A4 - there is an arrow leading from it to the following comment "Grandpa, I will always love you. Even when you look like this." 

ha ha ha!

I love Bill! 

my 17 year old daughter wants to meet 'Bill' 

wahey 'Bill' has pulled!

Perhaps you could sit on the corner of the hearth next to my stuffed cat

would be an honour!

If the taxidermist were to leave your mouth open slightly, you could serve as a handy receptacle for my TV changer

On a regular basis do you mean?

Just the once!

and yes, the mouth thing is genius!