My father told me that he wanted to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the ridge of Tagaytay City overlooking Taal volcano. I had two small children when he died, couldn’t manage the long drive to Tagaytay and the best I could do was scatter his ashes on the hillsides of Antipolo. I knew he’d understand. He adored his grandchildren after all.
My grandmother — my father’s mother — told me that she wanted to be cremated too and her ashes scattered on the exact spot where my father’s ashes had been thrown. I did as she wished. It was drizzling that day and instead of the ashes scattering to the wind, they were washed away by the light rain.
Speedy doesn’t like the idea of spending needlessly on his wake and a grand funeral. He always says that when he goes, we shouldn’t even spend on cremation. Just wrap his body in a sheet and throw it into the river, he says. I told him I couldn’t do that. It’s illegal and if I get caught, Sam and Alex would lose both parents instead of one.
Now, there’s this woman whose husband instructed her that he must be buried with all his hard-earned money…
There was a man who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money.
Just before he died, he said to his wife, ‘When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.’
And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart that when he died, she would put all of the money in the casket with him.
Well, he died . . .
He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, ‘Wait, just a minute!’
She had a box with her, she came over with the box and put it in the casket.
Then the undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away.
Her friend said, ‘I know you weren’t fool enough to put all that money in there in the casket with your husband.’
The loyal wife replied ‘Listen, I can’t go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him.’
‘You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him?!?’
‘I sure did’ said the wife. ‘I got it all together, put it into my account and wrote him a cheque. If he can cash it, he can spend it.’
Now, that is respecting a loved’s one’s final wish.
Thanks to longtime reader Rosario for the fast-forwarded e-mail.