There is an awesome story from early Americana (I can't find the reference, so please ignore the lack of citation) about a town founder and his wife who were buried beneath the village square and an apple tree planted above them. Years later, they were going to move the bodies to memorial location and they found that tree had sent out two tap roots, penetrated the coffins and you could discern the shape of the long gone bodies by the form of the rootlets. The whole town had been making apple pies off the tree for years. I really don't worry about whether it is true or not.
This may be TMI but after Ellawyn was born the idea of her Placenta being disposed of in a medical incinerator offended me. It is, after all, a actual organ and the mother and child's DNA is rather intertwined. So we brought it home and buried it at the base of our huge Oak tree in Crownsville. The next year was a Masting Year, meaning the tree put out massive fall of Acorns. Oaks take a lots of iron from their surroundings and the placenta is all blood and iron, so every acorn most likely had an atom or two of that. During the Green Man March at MDRF I handed out hundreds of those acorns.
I assume you are familiar with Tibetan Sky Burial? Of note to all, do not click the follow link if you aren't OK with images of dismembered bodies being fed to vultures. Lovely idea. If you look through the references, you find links to a photo essay detailing the process. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sky_burial
Yeah, Circle Of Life. I am there with ya. I bet I have the only compost area in my county, (or state!) with a Latin Motto on a board above it. Omnia Mors Aequat. Death Makes Us Equal.
Actually have thought of getting a "Please Compost" tattoo. Although, if cremated, I dig the idea of the Life Gems.
I also love Wakes, so won't mind a big party. I couldn't stop the BOG Brothers from it if I wanted to. Edited at 2011-07-02 02:06 pm (UTC)