As my hair began its transition from blond to gray, I began to think more about end-of-life matters. Among them is the disposition of my body once I depart this vale of tears.
Having dealt with sharing the planning and expense of my mother’s funeral almost 30 years ago, there is a question of what I want versus what is best for my family. In my younger days some older adults would not consider cremation. It would be a sin, they said, because fire is the fate of the wicked in hell.