To: Daffynition
Last Friday I was down at New Melleray Abbey, near Peosta, Iowa. There the monks make and sell simple wood caskets. They even gave me a personal one-man tour of their workshop. I was doing well during this, despite it going against my "I'm going to beat cancer" fantasy.
That is, until I got to the area where they made child and infant coffins.
There I lost it.
A lay worker who called herself "Connie Mander the Casket Sander" came over and gave me a hug. A few years ago she had the terrible privilege of helping to make her own son's casket.
I like trees, and selected a plot in our local cemetery under a tree, so I'll be doing my part I guess. But if a plain wooden box is good enough for Connie, it's good enough for me.
17 posted on
04/20/2015 5:58:38 PM PDT by
struwwelpeter
(I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. - Psalm 4:8)
To: struwwelpeter
19 posted on
04/20/2015 6:02:32 PM PDT by
BenLurkin
(The above is not a statement of fact. It is either satire or opinion. Or both.)
To: struwwelpeter
Being a peace with our eventual demise is a miraculous thing.
There was a saying: “The smaller the casket, the heavier it is.”
I would bet that the Abbey caskets are beautifully made. That would be lovely.
I’m not sure how different municipalities treat a burial in just a pine box and whether regs require a cement lining.
23 posted on
04/20/2015 6:16:14 PM PDT by
Daffynition
("We Are Not Descended From Fearful Men")
To: struwwelpeter
41 posted on
04/20/2015 8:02:50 PM PDT by
Dick Vomer
(2 Timothy 4:7 deo duce ferro comitante)
To: struwwelpeter
May your fantasy be your reality!
55 posted on
04/21/2015 9:05:54 AM PDT by
Grampa Dave
(When will Sisi, Bibi, King Abdullah & ?, take out Isis in our White House, AG Dept, CIA, & State?)
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