My husband wanted to be cremated. I told him I'd scatter his ashes at Neiman Marcus - that way, I'd visit him every day.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
My father died in France, and my sisters and I went over with my mum to bring back his body. I remember going to the funeral parlour in France and being given a laminated menu of coffins, and thinking, surely there is an ice cream at the back of here!
When I die, I hope they don't cremate me 'cuz I'll burn forever.
My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.
When I had to bury my child, I probably didn't start grieving until a year and a half later.
I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.
I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.