This old man, George, next door, passed on a few days ago.
We found out he was flat broke when he died, and actually owed
money. He was a really friendly guy. Used to say hi when he'd see me reading on my porch, and say, "Go out and do something!
Stop reading and start living"! Regardless, he passed on, and now
I am worried about burials for people like that. The web, everywhere I look, says that someone broke with no relatives gets
buried in a pine box, in a potter's field at that.
The following description of a potter's field is beyond sad, and the saddest thing is they bury the bodies in one giant grave, stacked
like products at Wal-Mart. Some potters cemetaries dont even
use pine boxes, and dump the bodies enmasse off the backs
of sanitation trucks, like the holocaust.
I don't want George's body to be treated like this....what should I do? Can I get hima decent burial for a few grand? I don't have much, but I can cough just about that up. Suggestions appreciated.
2006-09-21
05:47:17
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2006-09-21
05:50:38 ·
update #1
George was jewish, so out of respect for that, I can't cremate him. thanks for the advice anyway..........
2006-09-21
05:56:27 ·
update #2
I have bad news...I called, and they are indeed burying him today in the local
paupers field.
Thanks to everyone anyway for the very grand and beautiful sentiments. I'll just say something quick about life, and move on here. This if for you, wherever you are, George:
2006-09-21
07:34:53 ·
update #3
Oh, for a heart that pours out love..
To the poor, who haev nothing...
the unnoticed, and to those more "broken"
than us,
but oh, what would we do for the heart that pours out love to those who hate us, mistreat us, to those that delight in evil,
and literally bankrupt our dreams?
What would we do for a love so rare?
Oh, for a peace that never shatters,
that remains night and day,
that gives the heart a cheerful lift and a smile on one's face?
But, when the storms rage, when the heart breaks, when black and white melt back to grey, and one has no friend to call ones one
own, who is there to call on?
Oh, for a hope that never dies,
that sees children grow to be good,
that adds more flowers to the blooming wood,
But, when we fall through the darkness,
with no escape, as the clouds darken and
all light is wiped away,
who is there to call on?
2006-09-21
07:44:41 ·
update #4
Oh, for a faith that never ebbs,
when we can see what we believe,
when all is sunshine and sweetness,
but, when we are alone, when we hurt,
when we are mistreated and aged,
and things grow dim,
know, my sweet friend, that though I
was not kin or blood,
your presence, kindness, and humour
made a difference in my life,
and I will not forget that.
Peace and eternal rest, my lonely and
beloved neighbor....................
2006-09-21
07:48:37 ·
update #5