General Chat

Love the idea Joe but I think that would constitute a rocket & we dont have much luck with rockets in this country. They tend to turn round & come back to ground. I want to be sure this old overcoat of mine is well & truly disposed of. Vivienne

When I'm gone, I'd like to be cremated to avoid being dug up by some future 'Tony Robinson' character for a TV programme that hardly anybody watches. I'd like my ashes mixed with those of my beloved dog, who died in 2003, and scattered in water in a few chosen places - one in Surrey, one in the Isle of Wight, one in County Durham, and one in Russia. As my husband is younger than me, I doubt I'll outlive him, but if I do, then some of his ashes would also be mixed with our dog's to be scattered in Surrey, but some would be scattered in Hertfordshire - plus, of course, White Hart Lane. CB >|<

my Mum wants to be cremated in a green cardboard coffin,she wants Reach Out by The Four Tops and Jerusalem played and no one and i mean no one is to wear black. i have told her though that i will wear black(shes agreed,finally). Me, i want to be buried(please remember this just incase someone wants to roast me),i want everyone to be in black, ladies please feel free to wear one of those lace things over you heads,coffin full of flowers,only white,pink or purple flowers,no chrisanths or canrnations(please). i want full blown sadness that i've gone---everyone crying buckets.and after all that a huge headstone.---sorted :-))

Can't say as I am that fussed what they do with my bod when I've stopped using it but have informed all that any funeral procession must do at least 30mph, only daffodils as they are my favourite, if my sister cries my hubby is to tell her she should have phoned whilst I was alive LOL. For music I would like 'Lets go Crazy' by Prince and the one by Maroon 5 that goes 'is there anyone out there cos its getting harder and harder to breath' Julie xxx

I've already written this all down. I want to be cremated (after the doctors and scientists have taken whatever they want) and for my ashes to be scattered. Haven't decided where yet. I'd like the following poem read: When my lungs come to rest and I've thought my last thought and I've pennies for specs and my vive has turned mort... When I've kicked at the bucket and shaken a seven and bench-pressed some daisies and tried to make heaven... When my boot soles stop wearing and Reaper's close by and a grey undertaker packs me up for the ride... When I'm fast losing weight and fluids and skin and achieving my goal of becoming quite thin... When I'm subterranean sleeping with worms and no longer fearful of picking up germs... Remember me, remember me but not as an idiot. Copyright; Stephen Cree