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Post by glennz01 on Jan 15, 2015 2:29:59 GMT -5
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Post by snowmom on Jan 15, 2015 6:41:27 GMT -5
Interesting. sounds expensive!
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Sabre52
Cave Dweller
Me and my gal, Rosie
Member since August 2005
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Post by Sabre52 on Jan 15, 2015 9:23:47 GMT -5
My wife tells me a pyramid made from my rocks is out of the question, so I'll just go with cremation *L*....Mel
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Post by Drummond Island Rocks on Jan 15, 2015 9:31:31 GMT -5
My wife tells me a pyramid made from my rocks is out of the question, so I'll just go with cremation *L*....Mel That still leaves you with this option. www.parkstonecustomurns.com/I custom cut some slabs for a fella last year that wanted his urn made from our local pudding stone. I think they are pretty darn expensive though. Chuck
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bcrockhound
spending too much on rocks
Member since June 2014
Posts: 418
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Post by bcrockhound on Jan 15, 2015 9:49:52 GMT -5
I've always told loved ones and truly wish it that my body be chopped up and used as bait in crab traps. My gift back to the ocean. Don't think they will go through with it though.
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Fossilman
Cave Dweller
Member since January 2009
Posts: 20,709
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Post by Fossilman on Jan 15, 2015 11:08:20 GMT -5
Na'! Cremation here too,than just toss me all over the mountains..
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Post by captbob on Jan 15, 2015 11:13:16 GMT -5
I've always told loved ones and truly wish it that my body be chopped up and used as bait in crab traps. My gift back to the ocean. Don't think they will go through with it though. So... the crabs & fish eat you. Crabbers & fishermen catch 'em. They go to market and the public buys 'em. What's for dinner? STEW
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Post by gingerkid on Jan 15, 2015 11:19:59 GMT -5
I've always told loved ones and truly wish it that my body be chopped up and used as bait in crab traps. My gift back to the ocean. Don't think they will go through with it though. So... the crabs & fish eat you. Crabbers & fishermen catch 'em. They go to market and the public buys 'em. What's for dinner? STEWomg, ROFL!! Good one, captbob!!
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Post by jakesrocks on Jan 15, 2015 11:20:56 GMT -5
Just dig a hole in the north field. Wrap me in an old cardboard box, dressed in my most beat up Levis & tee shirt. Dump me in the hole and cover me with my rocks. Mound the dirt up over me and plant a tree on top.
Actually, my wife already has my fancy box paid for. Instructions are that if my dog Jake goes before I do, he'll be cremated, and his urn of ashes are to be placed by my left hip. That's where he sleeps now, and that's where I want him to sleep after I'm gone. Right hand holding a favorite rock, and left hand on Jakes urn like I'm scratching his ears.
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