Luke and I had an interesting conversation on our drive home from Pete and Kelly’s place.
Side note to the conversation-we are not cut out to be “real” city dwellers. We love visiting Pete and Kelly in their cute apartment, but I don’t think we would survive living down there. There’s never parking and people seem to have conveniently forgot how to drive. I felt so stressed by the time we actually got to where we were supposed to be, that I was ready to turn around and go back home. We didn’t though and we enjoyed our family time eating good burgers and dying eggs. They’re fun.
Back to the conversation-we were talking about being cremated. I can’t exactly remember how it was brought up. Mmmm…actually now that I think about it a little more we drove by the Cremation Society of Minnesota. Luke mentioned how that would be a weird society to be a part of and it went from there. Our opinions don’t usually differ a whole lot on things. We’re pretty agreeable to most things and we seldom argue over something that is opinion based. However, Luke said that he would never want to be cremated and I said I wouldn’t mind.
We continued to discuss for almost the entire drive home about why we felt the way we did (talk about a morbid conversation!) Either way, our opinions are different. I know that cremation is often against what Christians believe. That is where Luke was coming from. The Bible never really specifically talks about cremation. It really only talks about our bodies being buried in the ground and one day rising again. I get that point and how that would make it maybe seem that if you were cremated, you wouldn’t be able to rise again. To that however, I say if God wants to do something it’s probably no it will happen. If I’m a bunch of ashes and God decides to raise my body, it’s going to happen whether I’m ashes or rotten remains of myself.
I told Luke if I die before him, he’s allowed to bury me if that’s better for him. Would I rather be cremated? Probably. Mostly, I feel like being buried in the ground in my whole body is just kind of disgusting. In my mind, all I can think is if there were an earthquake or something and my body somehow came back up to the ground…gross. It sends shivers down my spine. Also, I’m a cheapo. I spend money, but I’m all about buying cheap stuff. I love consignment and secondhand stores. I just think they’re wonderful. If I were cremated I wouldn’t want my ashes sitting on our shelf, that grosses me out too, but I wouldn’t mind being spread somewhere. Shh…I know that’s illegal! Either way, it’s a weird but probably very important thing to think about. I’m hoping to not die anytime soon because I’ve still got dreams to live out, but I suppose it’s something that needs to be figured out just in case. It sure gave me plenty to think about!
