THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val
At my future grave
in the village where I used to live, I dig a little hole and put my foot in to find out how I feel. - Rather good. Worse men pass by!
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Señor Auban, How I envy you! You have your own grave and I suppose a comfortable coffin. Here a grave and a coffin are very expensive. Cremation is prohibitive. I wish I had had the brains to be the owner of a funeral home because you are never of work. Death is a good business. Take care. Raúl
I had thought to have no coffin at all, just a body-bag (as is possible in the British Isles). But one must have some sort of box in France (where regulations for the dead are very strict) so I hope it will be the cheapest possible.
2 comments:
Señor Auban,
How I envy you! You have your own grave and I suppose a comfortable coffin. Here a grave and a coffin are very expensive. Cremation is prohibitive. I wish I had had the brains to be the owner of a funeral home because you are never of work. Death is a good business. Take care. Raúl
I had thought to have no coffin at all, just a body-bag (as is possible in the British Isles). But one must have some sort of box in France (where regulations for the dead are very strict) so I hope it will be the cheapest possible.
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