Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Bury My Heart at Wounded Pride

Our errand-running this afternoon led us down a nearby road that passes a chunk of land that calls itself a memorial garden and which I call a cemetery. It's one of those with no above-ground tombstones, just plaques that lie flush to the ground. It is tucked snugly between a golf course and the airport.

According to their web site, in addition to "traditional in-ground burials," they also offer cremation, lawn crypts, a mausoleum, and a niche columbarium. (That's the official name of the structure with the little cubby-holes that hold the urns of cremated remains. My grandmother's ashes are in one of those at Bohemian National Cemetery in Chicago.)

What is really fascinating about the place is the large banner waving in the breeze at the corner of the property announcing "50% SAVINGS ON SELECTED GARDENS." Probably the ones closest to the airport.

We are living longer, but I don't think that it's too few deaths that is causing the garden in memoriam to throw a half-off sale. More of us are evidently opting for the less expensive cremation and ash-scattering.

Although -- I did click the button that said "This Week's Burials," and it returned a screen that announced there were none this week.  Hmm.


And while I'm on the subject, and since I may never have an opportunity to mention this again, I want those who are not already aware of it to know that in Kalamazoo, Michigan, there is a cemetery called Mount Ever Rest.  I am not kidding.

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