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I was in the graveyard one day, with a dear friend of mine. I forget what we were talking about, but the thought popped into my mind. The thought of what I want to be done after my death:
I don't want any fancy funeral. I want something simple, or perhaps even a non-public one. All I want done there is a speech to be recited stating what I, as a person, stood for.
Then, I want my body cremated. I want my ashes mixed in with the dirt where I want a tree planted. Plants thrive on dead matter and ashes. My body, who I am, will be recycled into this tree. My energy will go into this tree and be part of it. I will be simply plant food. I'll give life to this plant. I will be part of it.
So... as odd as it is, thats what I want done. Sort of an actual physical version of rebirth. Its a comforting thought to me for some reason.
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This represents even more, as we fuel the fire that heats the air, that energy rippling outwards. We still regard ourselves as the ash, but we were no more the ash than the body itself.
Buddhist centres and monasteries can usually advise on funeral arrangements for people who want a Buddhist funeral. Its a good idea to have it organised on paper whatever one's age, because non- Buddhist relatives can't always be expected to know what to do.
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Getting things in writing was, as someone else noted, a somehow consoling thing to do ... just trying to be responsible and get over the suspicion/wish that I might live forever.