It’s a good day to die.

It was a sunny day yesterday and hot by the time it was 1o a.m.  I walked to church in this extreme weather and I thought it’s a good day to die. 
Walking to church takes me 30 minutes but with the heat, it took longer.  I felt so sluggish and the heat slows me down. 
I can’t remember the last time I was at this church.   As I recall, it was a funeral.  Here I am again, going to attend to another funeral. 
Sigh, another dearly departed.  
At my age, I am starting to resign, no, accept is a better word; accept the fact that one by one, in my inner circle, death is just around the corner. 
It’s a good day to die, I vocalized it this time with my family. My family is used to the morbid way I speak. 
Then I struck a conversation about being buried.  This is the first time I am going to an Italian and Filipino funeral.  So far so good, it’s very civilized. 
Niece #2 mentioned that she had been to a Portuguese funeral and there are so much drama. 
Well, there won’t be any drama in my funeral, for sure.  I want a party!  This body will be cremated.  Said I. 
Niece #1’s  face lit up and asked me: Can I keep some ashes and put you beside the astray while I smoke.   We are both smoker and we had so many good conversations over a cup of tea and a smoke. Or can I sprinkle your ashes in my garden since you love gardening, she added. 
Sure why not but you have to ask permission, I said. 
Her Mom interjected in our conversation that it is unacceptable in the Catholic tradition to keep some ashes for memorabilia or spread it around.  It must be buried in the cemetery.  
So much for that brilliant idea. 
In the cemetery, our dearly departed was buried in a Mausoleum.  Her site is on the fourth level. 
When the service was finished, I roamed around checking out the rows and high-rise cemetery to get an idea how the cremated ones are kept. 
This is what I found and how I want it to be when they bury me. 
Of course, the writings will be in English with a couple of additions:  a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

53 thoughts on “It’s a good day to die.

  1. Your kind of morbid thinking is ok with me! People say the same about me, as I like skulls. But they are a traditional symbol of the temporary state of life, and holy men and women kept them around for that reason. Your just deep and not everyone else is. 🙂

  2. Last fall my husband and I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a community Day of the Dead Celebration in a graveyard in southern California. It was amazing – families picnicking near the graves of loved ones, musical entertainment, kids dancing, food vendors, huge Day of the Dead skulls on sticks waving in the air, everyone face painted, families setting up beautiful altars of devotion for those who have made the journey, the altars decorated with buckets of bright golden marigolds. We often visit graveyards when we travel – so much history and often the most wonderful atmosphere of peace. Cultures that encourage people to embrace the concept of death seen quite healthy to me. After all, we will all make the journey one day.

    • Wonderful. There is a big celebration in Mexico that I want to attend around November. Feast of the Dead, it’s one big party.

      Back in the Philippines, picnic is common around the gravesite. The whole cemetery is teeming with life. There’s no room to die 😆 but enjoy the celebration of life.

      Death is part of living. Embrace it, you are right!

  3. I love this post!!!! Morbid is my thinking how did my whole body finally fit in a tight fitting jar!!!! LOL, I am morbid also. I ponder on weird things and think about my own death. I am the one who is thinking of strange and bizarre oddities while the rest of the world is living it up!!! Great post my friend

    • Living it up, did you say? More likely in complete denial not facing how morbid and bizarre really is life. And yet it is covered all with Love. Thank you, Terry.

  4. This was poignant for me to read, to imagine not receiving a post from you, the energy and love that I feel comes from you, no more. And, yet, it is important to hold each day as if…to value and appreciate it for who knows.
    I love that your niece asked if she could keep some ashes and I didn’t know that was not okay. Sorry for your loss. Love this post and your big heart.

    • Life goes on. We will speak of her fondly. She is one beautiful person, through and through. As for the ashes, it’s the rule of the Catholic church. I didn’t know that either until recently. I have so many anecdotes on this about death and dying topic in Catholicism.

      You see, we are running out of space on the earth. To many dead bodies on the cemetery, now high-rise mausoleum. I am just thinking of being practical.

      Thank you my friend.

  5. Sorry for your loss, P.

    As far as the ashes, when my husband and I are both gone from this life, although our souls will always be together, i want our ashes to be together too, in the same urn, jar, box, or even scattered together…because we are soul mates, we complete each other and together we are one.

    • Thank you, Cooper.
      Oh, a mix, that is awesome. Make sure you leave strict instructions that the two of you will be joined forever until death. That is the sweetest thing I’ve read today. Thank you. Perpetua.

  6. Great story and I too am sorry for your loss. As one who belongs to God I say any day is a good day to die for when we leave this body and world we are in Jesus Holy presence. As far as having your ashes buried or scattered is for the living to do out of respect for the wishes of the departed, for when Jesus comes again He will reunite the body with the spirit and He can do that no matter where the body is.

    • Hi H77. Thank you. Yes, as the good Book says, the thief comes anytime, so be ready. Actually, when it comes to my body, I want it donated to science but the family does not want any of that.

      Indeed, we will finally be home when we die. Isn’t that great?

  7. i suppose when you reach a certain age, death looms.
    sorry for your loss P.
    as for when I’m dead, I just want a little nameplate somewhere to prove that I have indeed lived. What they do with my ashes makes no difference to me!

  8. I am learning that we do not spend near enough time in cemeteries with our departed. We visit for the funeral…and do not return often enough. When we do, we are far too sombre. After all these are people with whom we laughed, played and enjoyed life.

    • Yah, Maurice. Why is that? Apart from having a few tears, the combination of Italian and Filipino celebration was full of life, laughter and off course, eating.

      As for the cemeteries, I enjoy going to reflect. But when it comes to visiting the dearly departed, I ask them to come and visit me instead since it’s easier for them to travel.

  9. I didn’t know that about Christian religion – unacceptable to keep or spread around the memorabilia. Very interesting post, this one.

    As for ‘it’s a good day to die’ – I’m sorry you felt those things.

    • I don’t know about other Christians. I only know about Catholic religion. As for feeling, it’s a good day to die, please don’t be sorry. Ready or not, it will come. I might as well feel good about the day.

  10. Interestingly, on my very first day in England (too many years ago), one English woman asked me “Have you come here today?” which (because of English accent) sounded like “Have you come here to die?”. So I replied quickly “No. I have come here to study at UMIST.” It sounds silly but it did happen. Thought I should share. -:)

      • Often, as we realize, there are many events in our lives that are not under our control, and life’s instabilities is one of those. To deal with it, when confronted, and at the same time maintaining one’s faith strong is utmost important for true seekers. Thanks, and have a great day. -Deo

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