Pickles by Brian Crane for February 24, 2016

I’m not an old geezer, but even I haven’t thought what tune I’d want played. {pausing before finishing writing} Then again, maybe “Wings of a Dream” by John Denver. I don’t know. I’ve a long time to go.

When I was a child, I told my mom I couldn’t stand the thought of her being buried when she dies. She said, "Okay, I’ll tell them to stuff me and hang me on the wall. Trust me, you can’t just un-see a vision like that!

Reminds me of the movie Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad.

Yeah, I’m old.

LOL! Earl, you crack me up. Since I’m being cremated I think I’ll get an urn made with a crank in the side that plays pop goes the weasel. Excellent idea.

Read this joke a few months ago on facebook…

Take this idea over to Doonesbury and play it for Duke.

And so begins the production of Psycho 5.

When Aunt Minnie died, she asked her friend Pearl to bury her in her taffeta dress, but to cut the back out of it since it was such nice material, and to make something nice for herself. Pearl protested – “What would everyone think watching you walk up those golden stairs with no back in your dress?”“Oh, they won’t be looking at me. I buried Zeke without any pants on him.”

She’s going to stuff and mount him on the wall?

My body will be cremated after any usable organs are harvested. I have instructed my adult kids to have my body dressed in blue jeans and a fun tshirt and place an ice cold diet Mt Dew in my hand ‘cause it’s gonna be hot in there.

When I’m gone, I really don’t care what’s done to me.I am not going to feel or hear anything. I firmly believe that funerals or for the living. The dead don’t care !

“Tan me hide when I’m dead, Fred….”

I just hope Grandpa doesn’t do what Lou Grant would do and have Grandpa put Grandpa in the garbage can with his hat on.

Earl puts the “fun” in funeral.

song by malvina reynolds-bury me in my overalls. basically, my good clothes have lots of wear left in them, give them to somebody. i’d rather be buried in my comfy overalls anyway

I’ve left my body to a Medical school.

I’m 21 and I’ve already started planning my own funeral with help of my parents.Why? Because people can die at any age. I’ve already picked out 2 songs I want to be played. So no, I’m not “too young” to be thinking about funeral plans. I’m just planning ahead before it gets even more expensive in the future.xxx

I told my husband to (a) put my ashes out in the garden, or (b) just put me out with the trash. No funerals, please!!

Opal is a real sentimental gal.

My husband has joked about taking me to the taxidermist. Seriously though, we’ve planned on donating my body to Mayo Clinic, as they’ve taken DNA a couple of times, besides a muscle biopsy. What I have is the first case (with pathological evidence) of a new variety of a rare disorder, so they’ve been doing experiments with my DNA. I’ve decided that they might as well have the rest of me. I’d donate any usable organs, but not too sure what is in good enough condition to donate. Then, cremation. No tombstone, just dig a hole, bury the ashes and plant a tree or bust to mark the spot. I’ll get a new body in heaven, won’t need this one any longer. Both of my parents are buried, and it just seems so wasteful. I rarely go to their graves – that’s not where their souls are. However, I am in favor of a memorial service about a week after a death. My in-laws hold them months later – by that time, the grieving process is pretty much done. (For elderly – sure it would be different if young/unexpected.)

a perfect example of why I love both Earl and Opal.

That reminds me of an interview with Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. Roy joked that he told Dale to have him stuffed and mounted on Trigger’s back just like when they were in the movies. That was when there still was a museum to go see. .