Today I received an invitation in the mail to be cremated.
I have never heard of the Trident Society before and don't know these people, yet they addressed me as "Susan." It makes me uneasy that they got my name off some list which indicates that I am ready to die.
"Simple, Economical and Dignified...
that's our motto!"
Among the many advantages to making my arrangements now, they assure me that I will lock in today's price as well as protect my family from falling victim to pressure to overspend (also known as "up selling) at a time when they are emotionally vulnerable.
"Cremation just makes sense. If you are not interested in spending your family's inheritance on embalming, caskets, vaults, markers, fancy funeral homes or cemetery property, then we have the answer!"
Did you know that "over 50% of Californians have selected cremation as their preference?"
Neither did I.
Actually, I would prefer to live forever.
The Trident Society, which sounds like toothpaste or chewing gum, would simply like my permission to provide me with information on pre-need plans if cremation is my choice too.
The return envelope does not require postage. It's only fair -- they want my body.
I would definitely lean toward cremation if images of Joan of Ark and all the Salem witches were not inflaming my mind. The idea of being buried in the ground is odious because while I am not particularly claustrophobic now, I am sure that I would be in a box six feet under.
You know, there's always a payoff. We are born, we have a wonderful body which protects us against the elements, takes care of our needs and provides endless pleasures during the course of our lifetime. And then at the end, we have to arrange for its disposal.
It's not right.
I have always imagined being buried at sea as long as I am actually and completely dead before it happens. It charms me to think of becoming part of the food chain. And perhaps my family could combine dropping off Mom with a nice cruise to Hawaii.