Many years ago, when I was an impressionable child, my parents were visiting some friends, and a bunch of us kids were outside playing. At the time, the city was putting in a big expressway, and besides houses being demolished or moved, they ended up eliminating a cemetery. I can’t recall the name of the cemetery, but I do vividly remember watching bulldozers unearth the caskets. It’s a memory that has stayed with me all these years. I decided a long time ago, that I’d rather be cremated than have my bones eventually dug up so they could put in a highway.
I have to ask....why? You wouldn’t know it. I don’t care what they do with my body when I’m done with it. It’s like moving out of a house. The house is empty.