...try a Tibetan sky burial....the monks chop you up into morsels and feed you to the vultures....that way you really do enter the food chain and nature!!!!
Nice idea. One way or another we're all going to end up back in the food chain anyway, might as well give Mother Nature a hand...
And here's wishing ya the best at that party.....Great tradition Dex....the whole mourning the loss thing is not my cuppa either....
Agreed. Grief, while a certain amount of it is unavoidable, seems essentially selfish to me, because it's about ourselves, what we have lost. You have to work your way through it--and it *is* work--but it shouldn't last a long time. I grieved the death of my parents, but not for a long time, it was inevitable and natural and necessary, and when it finally happened, it was time. Past time, actually, their final few years were pretty miserable for them. A few days after my father died one of my brothers and I got together, he brought a bottle of fine old Irish whisky, I had a 12 year old single malt scotch, we sat up all night, drank both bottles, dredged up every nasty rotten thing, every mistake, we could ever remember dad doing, and completely purged ourselves of all the negatives. After that we were free to mourn our loss and remember him with great love for all the good things he was and did, and now, only the positives remain. He was a good but imperfect man, as are we, and he loved us without reservation, as we do our children. That's all that matters.
It was an excellent catharsis, I recommend it.