Anyone planned their own Memorial Service?

FrenchieBoy

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Please don't think of me as some sort of nutter as this is a bit of a "Morbid" or "Strange" thing to ask. Has anyone on here planned their own Memorial Service with their own personal wishes and instructions for when they pass away?

We watched a program about a company called "Pure Cremation". (I'm not going to advertise for them but you can find their web site easily enough if you "Google" them) This company does everything for your cremation from the time that you pass away to the time that your ashes are returned to your family, without you or your family having to plan it at what is so often a very distressing time for those that you leave behind. There is no "Service" at the crematorium (Unless you ask for one which costs a bit extra) and they deliver your ashes back to your home within 21 days of your cremation.
All you have to do (If you so wish) is to plan/have a "Memorial Service" at your home or place of your choice.
We have discussed this at great lengths and have decided that this is what we would like when we pass away so we have decided to plan our own "Memorial Service" ourselves and to leave our instructions/wishes written down (After discussing it between the both of us and of course our direct family) so that there is no fuss or disagreeing about what others might have thought about what should happen when the "inevitable" happens.
Has anyone else ever thought along these lines?
 
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After a full career in the forces plus ongoing occupational & leisure risks I made sure that my kids were all aware of my final wishes a long time ago! Not morbid or strange at all - to my mind its the least i can do to ease any burden that my loved ones might suffer as a result of me shuffling off of this mortal coil :thumb:
 
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Pure Cremation

both me and wife have signed up for this im having a hog roast instead of funeral and wife is planning meal out

greenshoots
 
We have both squared away the Lasting Power of Attorney Wills (health and finance).

I have stipulated no fuss, no ceremony and no religion.
My wife has to go into permanent mourning and in order to claim their inheritance, the children have to turn one room of their respective homes into a shrine to my memory.

My wife has said she plans to dance on my grave.






I have therefore also stipulated that I be buried at sea...
 
Cremation for me, humanist funeral no burial of ashes, and no headstone is my request. I have asked my wife if I'm away before her that she scatters half my ashes over the place where I have buried my dogs over the last 30 odd years and the other half of them in Pitlochry.
Then the foxes can get their own back by pi$$ing over my remains Lol.
 
Yes I did it when COVID kicked in ! All written down- service , entry exit music. (entry - ‘Deerhunter‘ :)) hymns etc. Maps and aerial photos of exactly where I’m to be scattered and how to get there ! (favourite stalking field & where my dogs are buried ) Lenters to landowners of my stalking areas recommending the person who I wish to take over. Letter to him with contact details of landowners. All kept in an envelope marked ‘ DEATH ENVELOPE ‘

Good to know it’s done,

Regards,
Ff
 
Beat 2 on the Oykel or Rosehall on the Cassley?
Both beautiful spots to spend eternity.

BTW, a neighbour in my village has fished the Oykel and the Cassley every year for ages. He was up there again this year and, as ever, managed to winkle a fish out of the river. Last year he caught his fish using a fly he'd found on the bank!

The closest I've got to it is fishing the Carron, so the next river South.
 
A variation on the traditional Indian funeral (Red Indian). Place me in a high seat and let the birds feast on my carcass.

Seriously I've left instructions that I am to be cremated as soon and as close to where I succumb. No repatriation of body if I am fortunate enough to be away from home at the time of passing. Absolutely no fuss or ceremony of any kind whatsoever and most definitely no religious mumbo jumbo or else I will haunt them to eternity.
 
A variation on the traditional Indian funeral (Red Indian). Place me in a high seat and let the birds feast on my carcass.

Seriously I've left instructions that I am to be cremated as soon and as close to where I succumb. No repatriation of body if I am fortunate enough to be away from home at the time of passing. Absolutely no fuss or ceremony of any kind whatsoever and most definitely no religious mumbo jumbo or else I will haunt them to eternity.

I like it , if not my previously mentioned ceremony , I'd be happy with being left in the bush . Call it pay back , I ate them , now they get to eat me , it seems fair .

AB
 
BTW, a neighbour in my village has fished the Oykel and the Cassley every year for ages. He was up there again this year and, as ever, managed to winkle a fish out of the river. Last year he caught his fish using a fly he'd found on the bank!

The closest I've got to it is fishing the Carron, so the next river South.
Was regularly up in the Achness Hotel for stalking in Sutherland.
The hotel is (predominately) a hotel for fishermen.

I recall once seeing an old chap in the Oykel (you could see him from the hotel). He was a retired army Colonel and of very advanced years.
He was stood in the river and the rain was coming in at him horizontal. I do not know how he kept upright.

The staff in the hotel informed me that he had been coming up every year for the past twenty years. He had never caught a fish.

Now that (for me) is the real definition of a sportsman.

The passage of time tells me he must have died by now.

If there is a Heaven; then I hope they have rivers.

I pray he is fishing still.
 
I recall once seeing an old chap in the Oykel (you could see him from the hotel). He was a retired army Colonel and of very advanced years.
He was stood in the river and the rain was coming in at him horizontal. I do not know how he kept upright.

The staff in the hotel informed me that he had been coming up every year for the past twenty years. He had never caught a fish.

Perhaps he never tied a fly on.
Some years ago an old friend of mine who was in a high stress job told me that in the summer he would come home from work and go fishing at a local lake. He would take a few jars of gin & tonic which would be cooled in the keep net and sit and relax for a few hours. He never baited his hook.
 
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