I actually have told my family that’s what I want, and on my own land. No embalming, a sheet, and maybe a cardboard box.
I don’t want someone digging me up a hundred years from now and marveling how long my hair and nails have grown. That strikes me as weird.
Dust to dust.
A brother is buried at the end of his runway on his farm. My other brother and I had a fence built around the grave. Memories again. He loved to fly. He was taking off one day and crash landed in a tree at the end of the runway. : ) He has a simple stone.
Amen!
I’ve a lot of BIG stones scattered around the edges of the property. A little engraving and we’ve good to go.
My granddaughter has offered to help dig the hole!