I spend quite a lot of time thinking about death because why not. I mean, it is inevitable, life sucks and acting like death isn’t the road we are on doesn’t make sense to me.
The first time I told my mother I wanted to be cremated, she responded with religious sentimentality. I get it. But also, I don’t. I want what I want and that is to be cremated when I die.
And that’s that on that.