When I drive by a hospital, I see it the same as when I drive by a “drive up” cigarette store or topless bar. I have little to no need for one. Frankly, I don’t need a mortuary either. My wife and I will be buried on our property. If she dies before me, only family, friends and Social Security will even know about it.
I agree. I’ve always told my kids to just let the coyotes chew on my butt. It’s a shame to not use the protein.
I told Mrs. Chandler that should I predecease her, I want her to put me in a heavy duty Hefty Bag and toss me in a dumpster.
Her reply? “What about the life insurance?”