Please Release My Ashes

Later this month I'll be seventy-three. Thus this gift of longevity. I seldom feel old and am told I don't look it but that one-way ticket, I have pre-booked it. The fear of dying doesn't rattle me, only if it comes with suffering and misery. Most people would prefer to just "go" in their sleep, while they peacefully lay there counting some sheep, or in the arms of someone that they love when the angels descend to take them above. From ashes to ashes and dust to dust. I'll be taking all body parts, even those that show rust.. It's up to God to recycle me so please release my ashes under a strong oak tree.