Six feet under
Nov 19
Garbage, Top of my head life, pov No Comments
And the stupidity and zealotry continues. Each side spouting points on a whimsical issue.
When I die I want to be wrapped in the cheapest, flimsiest banig (straw mat) and buried six feet under in an unmarked rice field. So that in my passing I will go back to the earth that nourished me and in turn I will contribute in nourishing the next generations.
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However my loving wife and commander refuses to acknowledge that so I will compromise on being cremated and my ashes placed inside a hollow coconut shell. The shell is to be buried under a patch of land where a fruit bearing tree will be planted on top.
If possible please make it a mango or chico tree. 🙂
ciao!