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I recently attended a Protestant funeral and the body was laid to rest in a mausoleum. It was my first experience for that. I was a pallbearer (and honored to be chosen) and helped bring the body to rest in the vault.
I am writing this because I feel disturbed about it. I don’t know quite how to express the unrest I feel but every funeral I have attended consisted of a Mass (or service) and burial.
It was my wife’s grandmother and I am haunted by the image of her kissing her goodbye the night before during the viewing and the workers caulking the seal over the front of the vault the next day after we brought her body back from the chapel.
It’s weird. I am not scared of death too much (average fear I suppose, maybe below average) but I can’t shake this.
I fancy myself cremated someday and my ashes in a special spot in the ocean, on the little island where I proposed to my wife.
I guess I need to talk to a priest about this. I don’t know why I am preoccupied. . . intellectually, I know the body is just the remains and I guess who cares what someone chooses to do with it as their last respects but my heart says something different. …
I am writing this because I feel disturbed about it. I don’t know quite how to express the unrest I feel but every funeral I have attended consisted of a Mass (or service) and burial.
It was my wife’s grandmother and I am haunted by the image of her kissing her goodbye the night before during the viewing and the workers caulking the seal over the front of the vault the next day after we brought her body back from the chapel.
It’s weird. I am not scared of death too much (average fear I suppose, maybe below average) but I can’t shake this.
I fancy myself cremated someday and my ashes in a special spot in the ocean, on the little island where I proposed to my wife.
I guess I need to talk to a priest about this. I don’t know why I am preoccupied. . . intellectually, I know the body is just the remains and I guess who cares what someone chooses to do with it as their last respects but my heart says something different. …