My Rantings and Other Non-Sensical Thoughts

So I got the cremation papers this morning that I need to sign & fax back to the funeral home. One of my reps (who got it off the fax machine for me (Thanks, Emily!)) told me not to read it because it's morbid, but of course I didn't listen.

It was pretty gross, actually. Something about there will be bone chips left & by signing I give them the ok to pulverize those & include in the Urn. Something else about I understand that due to the cremation chamber, there is the likelihood that other people's ashes will be mixed in with my loved ones.

Gross stuff. But does it really matter? I mean Jeanne is in a better place now -- with my dad and could probably give a rat's ass what happens down here as long as Laurie is taken care of (which she will be - my mom's looking at assisted living places for her).

I spent a large portion of my weekend obsessing about how old I'll be when I die. Will I be 31? 42? 50? 70? I know there's no way to know, but if I die within the next year, there's so much I haven't done that I'd like to do. Sheesh. I wish I was rich so I could do some fabulous things instead of working for a living. (Don't we all, right?).

I hear Celexa calling my name to stop my obsessions. :)

posted by Chris O. @ 9/15/2003 08:16:00 PM