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The Price of Death

his final journey
in a huge black limousine
death comes to us all

the funeral cost
he won’t have to pay the bill ...
grieving relatives!!!!!!

I know the florists
make a 'killing' out of death
no wreathes when I'm gone!

I don’t want any
floral tributes when I die
give me flowers now!

I would much prefer
charitable donations
Hospice benefit!


10/18/18

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Michelle Faulkner

November 5, 2018 at 1:37 PM

Wise, indeed, I think both weddings and funerals should be small, intimate, and simple (especially like 'give me flowers now')

Vladislav Raven

October 20, 2018 at 2:48 PM

Hi Jan, I love the content of your Senryu. Myself, put me in an orange crate for all I care. The cost of Funerals is forever rising. Your creativity is ever rising with such wonderful poetic gems. Your imagination is ever alive and thriving in your work. It is a pleasure to read you again. Have a wonderful weekend, Hugs....Mike. XX

Eve Roper

October 19, 2018 at 7:03 PM

flowers now not after I'm dead :(

Andrea Dietrich

October 18, 2018 at 6:38 PM

I enjoyed your funeral set, Jan. You are getting so creative!! (I think everyone should just get cremated)

Darren White

October 18, 2018 at 2:21 PM

Beer and wine indeed, and yeah Jan, flowers NOW, and preferably in the garden so you can enjoy them for a long time.

Vegter Papyrus

October 18, 2018 at 11:39 AM

LOL I see it as you do...gimme mines not now, but, right now. Cannot do nothing with it once I'm gone. I'm sure they have a different currency there : ) Hugs Jan

Jan Allison

October 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM

Thanks Vegter i do try and make light of what is a serious subject:-) hugs Jan xx

Vegter Papyrus

October 18, 2018 at 11:40 AM

When you can make us giggle about mortality. That's talent!!!

Agnes Krampe

October 18, 2018 at 11:32 AM

I agree. I don't want a funeral at all - no embalming, no procession, no wasted money on wreaths. i want a green burial without a headstone, to relieve my kids from the guilt of having to make a regular pilgrimage to that place.

Jan Allison

October 20, 2018 at 4:29 PM

I am similar with my thoughts Agnes, I'm being cremated and my ashes are to be scattered at a place we love - got it written in my will so there is no problem with my wishes not being clear:-) hugs jan xx

Tom Cunningham

October 18, 2018 at 10:14 AM

Your so right Jan, immediate family flowers I can understand but if people want to remember someone give a donation to a hospice or a charity where it can do some good. Tom

Jan Allison

October 20, 2018 at 4:28 PM

I don't even want family flowers Tom, if they can;t buy them when I'm alive they are no darn use when I'm dead lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green

October 18, 2018 at 8:36 AM

The irony of flowers at a funeral...something beautiful that has been cut from it's life sustaining roots only to die after a few days. I'm with you Jan. I just want beer at my funeral. : )

Lin Lane

October 18, 2018 at 11:12 AM

Good way to look at it, Chris. The killing of flowers is only adding more death to a sad event.

Jan Allison

October 18, 2018 at 8:50 AM

Oh I'm with you about the cut flowers Chris! and have your wake whilst you are around to enjoy it Chris!:-) hugs jan xx

Lin Lane

October 18, 2018 at 8:01 AM

I'm with Anne-Lise. I want to see and smell my flowers...can't do that after death. So what prompted this one?

Jan Allison

October 18, 2018 at 8:12 AM

I've stipulated I want no flowers at my funeral - I want to enjoy them whilst I can see and smell them! Poem inspired by us driving past a hearse and hubby saying 'he's on his final journey'. Regarding the flowers, when I was growing up we lived next door to a florist. She used to give a back hander to the gravediggers to give her the dead wreathes and she would re use the frames. It used to irk me so much I vowed i wouldn't let anyone profit from my death like that:-( hugs jan xx