and people as well..
When we walked into her living room I noticed this adorable large teddy bear sitting on a chair.
I walked over to it and couldn't help but pick it up and give it a cuddle.
I should have learnt my lesson about being so free with my love.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. At all.
"Oh" she said as she rushed over to me, "this is David."
"He is lovely and ...quite heavy" I said.
She then took the bear gently from me, patting its back as she held it tightly.
She then went on to tell us that 'David' was her son.
I looked at my mother and rolled my eyes. Clearly her neighbour was a lonely old nutter.
The lady told us that David died when he was 24 and she had decided to sew his ashes into his childhood bear. That way she was still able to hug him and talk to him whenever she wanted.
She even takes him for outings in the car every weekend. That bear, or David sorry, probably has a better social life than I do!
I am really, really immature as you know, but I found it all really weird and very uncomfortable.
Death is fine. Inevitable. I don't have issues with that.
In fact, I am going to be cremated one day myself but there is no bloody way I want someone sewing my ashes into my old teddy bear (even though he could use some filling the poor old thing). And while I've always wanted a body like Barbie I don't want anyone taking her head off, pouring me in and putting me on the mantelpiece to live my barbie girl dreams, either.
Yes, totally and absolutely ridiculous.
But now I have become a bit obsessed about the whole ashes thing. What will I decide to do with mine? No, I am not going to let my daughter decide after the event because she is sure to accidentally misplace me. She has a habit of losing things on the tram, at bars, shops, on planes, so who knows where I would end up?
Besides, people do strange things with their loved ones leftovers.
I recall being at a football stadium in Scotland and seeing some fan's ashes being scattered on the pitch just before a game started. All I could think about was the poor footballers who were going to be slipping and sliding all over the pitch and would end up being covered in someone else by the end of the game.
No-one else seemed to have an issue with it. Just me.
So what other options are there? I started googling for ideas. Jesus Christ is all I am saying.
Did you know that Maurice Gibb's (Bee Gees) ashes, for example, were turned into some diamonds and shared around the family.
What about being put in a rocket and blasted into space?
Or scattered whilst on a ride at Disneyland.
There is a man who keeps his wife in his bed on the same side she slept for fifty years.
Or the people who mix their loved ones ashes with clay and turn them into coffee cups or ornaments.
Or what about becoming your very own snow globe?
My favourite would have to be this one. Get ready.
Your ashes can actually be made into food grade vitamin tablets that can strengthen your surviving family for years to come.
Imagine. You can actually be eaten by your relatives. Hopefully I would cause them severe indigestion if they tried that on.
I am not doing any of this. I personally don't want my ashes to have more of an exciting time then I got to have when I was alive.
So they are getting buried.....anywhere. Don't mind where but it needs to happen quickly before anyone has any funny ideas.
So tell me, what are your views about this whole keeping of ashes thing. Is it just me or is it all a little odd? Or am I missing something?