As close to death as I've come lately, I keep planning to get the details in order, but then other things come up. We both want to be cremated, and not buried. I don't want anything special to be done with my ashes. I don't specifically know what Mrs. Scotch wants, but if I were to guess, I'd sprinkle her ashes in the ocean. The only thing that possibly interests me, is one of those memorial plaques that they put along paths and benches at our favorite locations, such as the Marginal Way from Ogunquit to Perkins Cove, or Hartley Mason Park at York Harbor beach. I think one makes a donation in the person's name to get a plaque.
It seems like having a nice place that family members can visit, and think about you, is a good idea. That's what the plaque would do. My wife's sister, who died of cancer, is buried in a well known Jewish cemetery in Sharon Mass, outside of Boston. Her plot is in the same area as her grandparents. While I'm not a fan of burial plots, it's a beautiful cemetery, with acres and acres of trees and rolling hills. It's all landscaped and manicured. So it's a nice place for family to gather every once in a while. But spaces like that are not available anymore, and the ones that are left are expensive.