Comments on: dear clusterflock

By: walt

walt — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:20:31 +0000

sheila,

i’m finally here. i write my licensing exams tomorrow and thursday to get my full license, so i’ve been incommunicado while studying… stuff.

as for me, my wife has been told implicitly and explicitly that, much like Thomas Lynch, she’ll know what to do with me when I’m gone.

She’ll be the one grieving (I hope) and so she’ll need to make it hers in terms of her own needs.

She agrees, and has told me the same.

Being in the business, I have an easier time having these conversations, but it still ain’t easy.

See you guys, I dunno, Thursday night, if I’m sober by then, otherwise… who knows.

By: Kelsey Parker

Kelsey Parker — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:24:23 +0000

I never meant to skip this question. It just deserves more mental acuity than I had time to give it for the last few days. I've never wanted to be buried whole. I wouldn't want my rotting flesh taking up space that could be used for much better projects — community gardens, soccer matches, outdoor weddings. So it's of utmost importance to me that I be reduced to ashes. While I understand the charm of staking my remains to a place easily accessible for regular visits, I tend to commune with the dead wherever and whenever I need to.* If I'm lucky, my kids and grandkids will learn to do this with me and I won't need a conservative place to rest. So, basically... If y'all want to talk to me after I'm dead, do it wherever and whenever you best remember me. * For instance, I check in with my grandma while I'm out and about in my neighborhood. There's a tower mere blocks away from my apartment that I associate with her, and it might as well be a tombstone by the way I interact with it.

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:41:45 +0000

But if I work both as the resident ghost and the resident corpse, I will want to claim time-and-a-half.

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:25:51 +0000

Dave, maybe I can haunt the joint in my spare time.

By: Dave Vogt

Dave Vogt — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:20:19 +0000

Sheila: in a shallow grave so that every few years we can accidentally discover you and have a murder investigation. It’ll lend to the charm of the place.

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 17:21:19 +0000

I want to be buried out behind the Clusterflock Inn.

By: Amy Mabli

Amy Mabli — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 16:32:01 +0000

Rick, if you go before me, I would love to have some of your ashes sprinkled under one of the trees in my yard where I sit.

By: Amy Mabli

Amy Mabli — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 16:30:04 +0000

I would like to be put in a paper box or wrapped in a sheet, and like Collin said, placed a few feet into the earth. I want to become part of the ecosystem as well. Before that, if anyone would like to harvest any usable parts in me or use me for necrophilia, I would be pleased as punch.

By: Colin

Colin — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:43:59 +0000

Abbey Burial- Take me out to a desert, or the mountains I’ve hiked, or maybe some of my own land, wrap me up in cloth and place a few feet into the earth– enough that no kid will get terrified by accident. I want to continue to be a part of the ecosystem, not forever apart. As for the ceremony: tons of dancing and singing and a good grill with steaks and corn on the cob. A good time for all, one last party.

By: Coop

Coop — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 04:01:14 +0000

Hey, folks, I’m on the road, so I’ll be sporadic for a while in general.

I used to tell my sisters they should put me in a pine box, put the box in the bed of a pickup, and drive me down to Chalk Mountain, Texas, where there is an old family cemetery my ‘people’ can be buried in for free. I’ve got grandparents, a great-grandfather, and great-great-grandparents there, as well as great-great-aunts and -uncles. And being there’s still fine with me, but I don’t actually care anymore. They can cremate me; donate me to science; or–if I become unable–I want my nieces or nephew to take me deep-sea fishing and let me slip overboard.