May 5th, 2008
|03:23 am - on hellcats and ... well... going to hell, or heaven, I guess...|
so I don't normally copy my 365mav shots here, seeing as how there already is another place for them. But I'm really wondering what people are thinking about this one, and its a great excuse to pimp my new webcomic so what the hell?
Anyway, from today's 365 shot:
Day 632 of 365 More.
This will probably be one of those rants that I love doing that will probably piss a lot of people off, so before I get to that, I guess it would make sense if I got the other stuff out of the way.
Saw Iron Man today. Even thought about doing a shot commemorating it, but I've been busy with other stuff and didn't get to it. Anyway, good movie. I enjoyed it. And I'm the kinda guy who always sits through all the credits of a movie, no matter what I go to see. I'm glad I am. So if you're not the kinda person who reads all the credits, I suggest you do this time.
I also got episode 2 of Cosmic Hellcats up. We're only two episodes in, so if you haven't been following along, it's pretty easy to catch up. How's that for a cheap plug.
Ok, so now on to the rant.
Steph and I went for a walk through our local graveyard after we got back from the movies today. It's kinda weird. We live closer to a graveyard (actually three) than we do to any park, so sometimes we go there to walk and jog and stuff.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm kinda non-traditional about death rituals. Like I don't go to funerals, for instance. No matter how much I loved the person in life. They're just not my gig. The whole concept of hanging out with the body is kinda creepy. The person isn't in there. It's just meat. Dead meat, to be crass. There's absolutely no reason to be all creepy and hang out with it. It just depresses everyone. I hate being depressed. I'm depressed enough as it is. When I die, I'd rather you all go out and have a drink in my honor. Maybe go out and have hot monkey sex. Hell, watch one of my favorite movies. You know... do something I enjoyed. Nobody enjoys funerals. And if you do... ewww!
So anyway, while we were walking around, it occurred to me what a colossal waste of space and rescources graveyards are. I don't know how long it takes a body to decompose, but I don't think its that long really. Certainly not in the grand scheme of eternity. So why do we waste valuable land space on storing dust.
I guess I get that some people like visiting the grave site. I don't understand it, but I get it. It seems like some people feel closer to their relatives after they're gone and uh... stand there and look at the six feet of dirt, grass and weeds laying on top of them. Ok, yeah, that's weird, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
But how long does that go on? I mean, I admit, I don't really understand it because I don't do it. I loved my grandfather more than I can possibly even begin to say, but i've never seen his grave. I don't want to see it, because its, well... not him... its a bunch of dirt over where what's left of him was buried. I'd rather remember him as a guy who drank beer and fished than a guy buried in a hole.
But even if I did care about such things, I can't imagine that my future children will care. Because they never actually met him. So why would they want to look at the mound of dirt over him. And what about their children. And their children's children? I'm betting they couldn't give a damn.
So that's the weird thing. I'm walking around and I come across tombstones for people who died in the mid-1800s. 1891, 1883, 1874, 1868! These are people who have been dead well over 100 years. Everyone who ever knew them are dead. No one is coming to visit these graves. Right? They're just taking up space. Some of them a whole lot of space! Giant pillars! Mausoleums! Who does that?
I mean, am I wrong? Does anyone go to visit the graves of their ancestors they don't know?
And then there's the really sad one. John So-and-so, Loving Husband, 1821-1865. Martha So-and-so, Loving WIfe, 1842-____. You know what that means? I bet you a million dollars that Martha ain't still walking the earth today at the tender age of 166. John was all proud that he found himself a young hot wife. Was with her for a couple years, met a tragic early end, but had prepared a family plot for them, then Martha went on to remarry and decided to have herself buried somewhere else. Leaving John to look like he's been stood up on a date throughout eternity. Sad. So very sad.
I mean, who does that anyway? I can almost understand buying a funeral plot with your spouse while you're still alive. A bit morbid, but ok, I get it. When someone dies, the planning and arranging is kinda hard, especially in the survivors state of mind. Best to get as much out of the way ahead of time as possible.
But who the hell writes their name on the stone while they're still alive?!?! That's the sickest thing I've ever heard. There were some stones where both people were still alve. Tom and Nancy McGullicutty. 1965-___ and 1963-____. What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Maybe I'm the weird one here. Maybe I just don't get it. But seriously, when I go, I hope you people have the decency to turn me into Soylent and feed the starving children or something.
Enjoy the comic.
||Date: May 5th, 2008 - 04:10 pm
||Date: May 5th, 2008 - 06:02 pm
I also don't like funerals and such, and I find burial rituals bizarre, and yet I have a like of graveyards. They do make very peaceful parks, but it's not just that. I really like looking at the 100+ year old stones. I like thinking of that tiny mark that showed normal people who haven't been here for a long time. I can't really explain why. I think once I went to look at the gravestones of ancestors that I never knew, but I didn't particularly care for that more than looking at the graves of anyone from the same time.
I think for me it's not really the fact that anyone's rotting/ed corpse is burried there so much as it just being a blip on the map for a specific person. I sort of feel the same way when looking at antiques or being in old houses. Some very specific person had or built those things, and left them. And that is neat to me in some way.
The reservation of land, space and matter to the memory and sake of the dead is an ancient human tradition. From the pyramids at Gaza and the catacombs of Rome and Paris, to the ancient burial mounds of Ireland, N. and S. America, and Russia - it is a worldwide phenomenon. To respect the dead and to give them a place to stay may not serve a practical function beyond some psychological comfort to the living that perhaps they won't be forgotten either. But it does serve to create beautiful objects and spaces. Allegheny Cemetary in Pittsburgh is a beautiful space to walk in, and to share it with thousands of corpses in boxes is very peaceful to some.
Would you prefer a more commercial use of the land next to your houes? Perhaps a mall or megaplex? Or perhaps something more 'Mav' like a neon be-decked stripper themed roller derby with a shooting range out back and a roller coaster in front? I bet we could make a killer water slide down the steps at Ankgor Wat too.
I do agree it is a huge waste of land. I would much rather... when I die, have me cremated, plant a tree, dump my ashes there, and like, put a sign in front of the tree or something that says, "In Memory of..."
Then it's a memorial, AND it's doing something good for this planet that has been wasted so much.
I dunno. Something. Don't throw me in a ditch, cover me, and put a rock on my head. How is that respectful? lol