I have left written instructions I am to be treated as female in my final moments of bodily form. I expect I will be anyway but nothing like spelling it out.
I have left written instructions I am to be treated as female in my final moments of bodily form. I expect I will be anyway but nothing like spelling it out.
Tell her you don't plan on going there, so it won't bother you.Originally Posted by BLUE ORCHID
Wilt, I admire the sentiment and the thoughts and it has caused me to think a lot about the day I am found and how I may be found... I am sad to say that it will not be my decision, whatever any will says. My kids will decide. Unless I kill them first!
Or unless I do it myself... now there's a thought?
Kaz xx
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This Woman Within is Flying without Wings
Organ donor, and what left of me, they can burn, with my whole stash burning with me. I am not sure where they can throw my ashes, but, probably by the creek i loved to fish at.
I will be cremated as well and my family has already agreed to sneak my ashes into Fenway & scatter them...
Torrey
Torrey
"Never laugh, and you will live to regret it.
That's what living is to me..." - Jimmy Buffett
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I could careless what I look like at the funeral. What matters the most is living a full life with no regrets. This means I will keep exploring my female side until I'm dead, I am going to be doing a lot more public outings dressed up so I can say I have no regrets!!! Here comes Halloween!!!
bury me upside down so my friends can stop by for a cold one.
It takes a true Erin to be a pain in the assatar.
I was all set up to be buried by my wife. But after more than 3 decades my wife up and left me. I'd become disabled and impotent so my CDing has been almost nil. Now I have to make the decision and will probably be cremated.
Toast me and Toss me. I won't care anyway and I do not want any kind of viewing. It is in my will. Keep the funeral costs to a minimum and throw one hell of a party.
Somtimes the light's all shining on me, Other times I can barely see.
Lately it's occured to me.....What a long strange trip it has been.
Truckin by the Grateful Dead
Direct cremation for me, then scatter my ashes to the wind. No viewing, no wake, no memorial service and no obituary. Hopefully the funeral home where I plan to retire will still be in business, Pilsbury's. You know the old saying " nothing says lovin' like something from the oven....." Oh, BTW, that is if I die. I was put here to piss off a large number of people, and I am way behind. Don't know if I will ever catch up.
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