In a terribly silly conversation with my friends last night at our weekly band practice someone mentioned how in Austria (I think), because land is scarce for cemeteries, you only rent a grave. If your family doesn’t keep up on the rental fee they remove you and let someone else use the grave. Sounds crazy I know, but there you go. It takes all kinds.
We got onto the subject (naturally) of what we want to have happen to our remains when our time here is done. By this point we were getting pretty good laughs from ourselves. My sister, who plays the drums and has mentioned this before, said she wanted to be cremated and placed in a bass drum-shaped urn and kept on my mantel. I have no problem with this at all. It may be silly to some, but I could honestly see this coming true. Not for about 30 or 40 years - hopefully, but…you get my drift? It was a silly conversation to start with.
Naturally, I had to Google “Drum shaped urns” today. Didn’t find one, but I did find this one and had a good giggle thinking of all of us: It’s called the “Knitting Urn” with a picture of needles and yarn!