Last month my guy and I revised our twenty-year-old wills (standard and living) and also created trusts for both our estates, as we want things to be simplified and managed before we pass away. That includes our final arrangements; he's going to be cremated while my body will be donated to the place you see in the pic up there; it's the medical school at Katherine's alma mater. At the time I'm writing this post we just have to prepay for those arrangements at a local funeral home.
Unlike most people we've elected not to have funerals or any kind of memorial services. That's not just to be frugal; we both hate funerals and don't want the people we care about to hold them for us. Remember us as how we were when we were alive; that's our philosophy.
I have been the one insisting on making all these final arrangements; my guy is more of a live for the moment type. At our age, however, it's only sensible to take care of these things, as we really aren't going to live forever. Now that all the end of life tasks are nearly completed I thought I might feel sad. Instead there's a huge sense of relief that it's wrapped up and I dpn't have to think or worry about it anymore.
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