Bag For Life

Well, death is looming large in this column at the moment.

Bag For Life is a tongue in cheek song that I wrote about me being not particularly bothered about what happens to my remains when I’m gone.

When we buried Luna it was simple. It was just him, a deepish hole in the garden, a covering of earth, and a few words spoken in memory. It felt right.

For some reason there is a lot more pomp, ceremony, money, materials, and energy put into the death of us grand humans. It’s expected.

But I don’t expect it or desire it. Though it’s hard to avoid it. There are laws to be kept. And perhaps people will need it as a way of dealing with their own grief. I don’t know.

As I said …. I’m not bothered. As long as I’m actually deid. ;-)