Burying Ally

Upon considering what I would want to be buried with if I should die tomorrow, I realized that it wouldn't be my choice to die tomorrow, and therefore I get no say in what I would be buried with. From here, I decided to ask the people who would be deciding on the objects surrounding me in my final resting place: my friends. As I had expected from my friends, a topic this morbid was not given the seriousness that it probably deserves. I was given some pretty funny answers to the question, and learnt a lot about how my friends identify me. These are the comments I received: "your teddy!" (my childhood toy I've never been able to part with) "your glasses, although I don't know if they will fit in the casket" (I have big, goofy glasses), "a baby kangaroo", "bangers and mash, tea and your favourite Christmas movies", "a mirror with an inscription describing you so that future archaeologists will know that their beauty will never compare to yours", "a beer or wine bottle", "can awkwardness fit in a grave?", "a trowel and a beer", "your art" and, "things that make you happy". I was honestly not expecting that many people to comment on this Facebook status, but I am very pleased and appreciative. There are few objects here that will actually preserve for future archaeologists, so as far as they will be able to tell, I was a female in her twenties, who was possibly vain on account of the mirror, used a trowel, enjoyed the occasional libation, made art (depending on how well it preserves), and for some reason, was buried along side a baby kangaroo. The making of this blog has been pretty fun, being able to see what my friends think are important to me, or what reminds them of me. But to seriously consider this, I realized that to not know exactly what I want to be buried with is an indication that I need many many more years of life. When the time finally comes, I will hopefully be buried with a lifetime of objects that made me happy, an indication that I fulfilled a maternal role, be near the remains of my loved ones, and have the skeleton of an old lady.