I didn’t ask what happens to you, but what happens around your body? By the time you reach your 70’s and 80’s you will have seen some deaths. Family and friends, many of your peers will have passed away. I do not remember anyone being ‘happy’ at a death. Once the death sinks in and the shock is gone, folks are able to smile some.
(I hear undertakers must take the casket you provide, I have often thought abut making mine!)
Only a few people who read this will have attended a wake. As a child, we gathered at the home where the loved one would lie in the casket for at least a day, a night and part of a day before the actual service and burial. Daddy was from a family of 12. So when someone died there were a lot of folks around.
(These from a late square dance but the same idea)
To a kid it was fun, a time to see your cousins, play and eat until you were beat, then the kids collapsed all over the place. Most of the adults stayed up laughing and talking, relating funny things that happened to or by the deceased. It was a festive occasion, for remembering the good times.
That doesn’t happen anymore, you still see and enjoy family for a short time. I never knew of any trouble over an estate. Mainly because there was never (in our families) enough to worry about. I think most were happy if the burial and grave plot was paid for.
That is one thing that is changed over the years, inheritance. I have heard of family even arguing over a TV set lately. I cannot imagine what happens if there is a big estate.
I knew of one lady who was shocked at the amount of money in her deceased husband’s wallet (Thousands$). She was under the impression they were living close on finances.
Sherry may find an extra $100 in my wallet, but not thousands, I would spend that (Of course she knows that. LOL). The nearest survivor should check everything left by the deceased, I read today that some old folk clean out a chap stick and store bills rolled up in it. SO CHECK IT OUT! Would be terrible to throw money away!
Just be careful.
Hiding money isn’t hard, It is finding it that is tough!
That price is 25.9 per gallon
What a nice '62 Ford Galaxie 500 in that photo!
Ford still uses the Galaxie name in Europe - on a minivan they build there.
Too cute with all the kids sleeping; they can sleep in the strangest of positions and places.
I'm still looking for the money here, LOL. FIL told hubby where it was (supposedly in books) but haven't found anything yet. Its a joke here, whenever hubby is working on getting rid of things, I'll say "have you found the money yet?" Truth is I think the money was in the bank, but maybe FIL didn't want us just to dispose of things without checking things out to see if we should keep them. That's all I can think of.
Unless the money was in his mom's clothes; they were in such a hurry to take the stuff to Goodwill since we were moving a few days later that they just bagged everything up without going through pockets, etc.........
that's where the money probably went :)
I kind of remember those days. And my MIL hid so much money my FIL had to check everywhere. And funny how burglars can find it so easy. Have a good weekend.
I didn't know that undertakers were obligated to use the casket one provided. Very interesting!
Husband's Daddy passed away in 2004. Husband and his two sisters were cleaning up the home of their Dad and got to the pantry area. They were pitching food items that were out of date. They came across a box of what looked like dried beans....opened the box and there were cloth bags inside. One of the sisters stated, "This isn't beans." It wasn't. It was chock full of Silver Dollars. Always look. Always.
Hugs and smiles,
And yes, I believe it is so, that the undertaker has to use what you provide for burial. I knew of a fella that was buried in the pine box, he made. He even inscribed his name on it and his birthdate- I wonder if his family filled in the blank.
The old fella's Dad, across the road from us, used to tell me that he had money hidden in a coffee can, but he couldn't remember where he buried it. His son never did find it. I hide money and so does Bill...but someone knows where to look if I should expire today. It's enough to buy the glue they will need to build my box.
I still think you should build your own and do as you wanted and inscribe "Here lies Jack-in-a-Box"
We should all go out laughing like my Dad when he said, "Laughter really IS the best medicine," and then he passed away to God.
When I die my kids are going to have a lot of stuff to get rid of here, but they won't have to worry about checking to see if any money is hidden away. I usually spend it as it comes. Not on frivolous stuff though...it takes what I have coming in just to live. Thankfully there is always enough to go around and enough to share with others too. Glad it is warming up some for you there. Windy and cold here but the sun is shining!
I remember going to those wakes when I was a child. Who woulda ever thought to put money in a chapstick holder. You may have started a trend. No money hid away here.
Keep most of our money in various accounts, not much into cash these days.
Mom came from a family of ten children, both her parent were from large families and they do much the same thing today. Not a 'wake' beforehand, but gather in the church dining hall or at the home following the funeral where mourners bring their 'condolence' dish and everyone has a great meal and conversation about the loved one who has passed. It always brings a certain amount of joy to see people they may not see at any other time; Aunt Nee is 92 so we've gone to a dozen funerals in the past couple of years. She always leaves with a smile, maybe because "God isn't finished with me yet" she's definitely thankful for the good memories. That 'Celebration of Life' is a good tradition; she always says "I'm not rich nor poor, but I feel rich because of friends and family." Like you and your cousins, the
kids have a lot of fun too!
When my neighbor passed away I
told her son he had better check
all the books on the shelf. She
had a whole wall full. Sure enough
every book had money. She told me
she put her spare money in books.
Evelyn neighbor had his money hide in the ceiling fan. People who bought the house found it. Finders, keepers.
Yes, much thought about this subject lately. Still have to continue to.
Please have you all a good Sunday ahead.
I always thought it was unfair that one of my aunts was the one who had to have THE Body displayed at her house. Couldn't they have taken turns but I was glad it was never our turn.
I am still here, blog and all. I wonder if the deceased is watching all the goings on around them. An insurance man was trying to sell me more insurance because most companies won't write anyone over 82. Every time he would say I needed to provide for Joe since I was older I just said "I AM NOT READY TO DIE, AND I AM NOT GOING TO, He finally gave up.
Finding the treasure that someone leaves reminds me of the poem about the farmer and his sons.
(I don't know who the author is.)
THE PLOUGHMAN AND HIS SONS
The farmer's patient care and toil
Are oftener wanting than the soil.
A wealthy ploughman drawing near his end,
Call'd in his sons apart from every friend,
And said, 'When of your sire bereft,
The heritage our fathers left
Guard well, nor sell a single field.
A treasure in it is conceal'd:
The place, precisely, I don't know,
But industry will serve to show.
The harvest past, Time's forelock take,
And search with plough, and spade, and rake;
Turn over every inch of sod,
Nor leave unsearch'd a single clod.'
The father died. The sons--and not in vain--
Turn'd o'er the soil, and o'er again;
That year their acres bore
More grain than e'er before.
Though hidden money found they none,
Yet had their father wisely done,
To show by such a measure,
That toil itself is treasure.
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