tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028946190003629472.post3857278864363689148..comments2023-07-30T03:31:01.105-04:00Comments on into the lyons den: On my mortalityMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14787903722585496476noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028946190003629472.post-69253493014929532112012-08-13T14:40:32.002-04:002012-08-13T14:40:32.002-04:00My wife and I already own our burial plots in a lo...My wife and I already own our burial plots in a local cemetery. Sometimes when we visit the graves of loved ones I will stretch out on the grass and note that my remains will someday repose six feet below that spot. My wife doesn't seem to mind, but it creeps my kids out. I don't mind discussing and even joking about my future demise.<br /><br />I have told my kids that the funeral and the grave are more for the survivors than for the dead, so that it's up to them to manage these things after my passing. I have only one stipulation: that they don't put any stuffed animals, balloons, whirligigs, or wind chimes on my grave.Scott Hinrichshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11831447472339880148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028946190003629472.post-50822119711387076592012-08-13T09:40:07.923-04:002012-08-13T09:40:07.923-04:00I LOVE it. Don't get concerned until the boy ...I LOVE it. Don't get concerned until the boy starts asking for details on how much life insurance you have. "Why do you want to know?" "Oh, no reason in particular." Then start searching for the holes.Monty Newlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07692388079277220650noreply@blogger.com