I’ve finally decided whats going to happen to me when I die.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all born-again on you. But this is something that has bugged me for some years now, and I think I’ve found an answer, for me at least. I’m going to be a tree.
First of all, lets get something straight. I’m talking about what happens to my body here. My earthly remains. I’m an atheist and I believe the death is the end of your consciousness, no matter how nice it is to imagine otherwise. As a rule people don’t really like to think about these things too deeply but when you reach adulthood and have kids, I think it’s important to have made a few final decisions.
Like who is going to look after your kids if you die ( we really struggle with this one), what photo you want used in your obituary ( haven’t sorted this either), what music you want played at your funeral ( I have a few ideas) and the biggie- burial or cremation? As you can see, I’ve still got some planning to do regarding my last wishes, but last week I came one step closer when this idea popped up on my FB page.
It’s a biodegradable urn made from coconut shell, compacted peat and cellulose, containing the seed of a tree. Once your remains have been placed into the Bios Urn, the whole thing is planted and the seed germinates and begins to grow. You can even choose what kind of plant or tree you are going to grow into, depending on where you are going to be planted.
A little Googling gave me this as an alternative.
The Spíritree is a biodegradable urn that transforms into a living memorial in the form of a tree. The two-piece container is composed of an organic bottom shell and a chemically inert, weathering ceramic cover. The bottom piece holds the cremated remains within its internal concavity, while the top part protects them from dispersion. When planted along with The Spíritree, the growing plant gradually feeds itself from the biodegradable bottom shell, and the calcium-rich cremated remains. Eventually, the protective ceramic cover is broken by the growing tree, which becomes the actual living monument to the loved one’s remembrance.
I love the idea of ‘becoming a tree’ when I die, and being planted somewhere other than a cemetery. It appeals to me much more than than being placed in a coffin or being kept in an urn on a wardrobe or shelf somewhere.
Would anyone else rather become a tree than have a tombstone?