Ever considered what should be done with your mortal remains after you die? Would you prefer a burial or cremation?
Morbid stuff, right? Yeah, same here. But, if I'm to be honest, I'm going with cremation. It's a little hard to articulate why exactly. My dad was cremated, and his no-nonsense minimalist approach to his own death appealed to me. A big funeral procession with a shiny casket and so many pall bearers seems too decadent for the likes of me. The whole "ashes to ashes" thing is about the only bit of poetry I truly appreciate from the Bible, so scatter my ashes to the wind when I'm gone.
But then there are the folks who want to be kept in an urn. Now that has always felt morbid to me. Have you ever been a guest in someone's home and noticed an urn resting on the mantlepiece, sitting there like a beacon from beyond the grave--an unspoken, undead elephant in the room. I know death shouldn't be shunned with callousness, or ignored by people who would rather deny they themselves are destined to expire, but a constant specter on display like a flower pot seems slightly obscene to me.
|A cocoa teddy bear urn|
Meet Huggable Urns.
I'm not so sure these things are meant to be cuddled by toddlers as they go to sleep, but I think there is something mildly unsettling at the thought that a kid could look up at a plushy bear and be told their mom or dad is in its belly.
I don't care how adorable and endearing it might seem, that's plain creepy--especially if the kid grows up wondering how many dead people are in the bellies of teddy bears at Toys 'R Us.
Maybe I'm wrong. What do you think?