Hello groggers, hope you all had lovely Thanksgiving feasts. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, with its food-centrism and thankful-heart vibe. I am still recovering!
My topic today is green funerals. A bit morbid perhaps, but interesting nonetheless.
I am feeling morbid for 2 reasons: 1) I attended a relative’s funeral this past week, and 2) I had a near death experience on a stormy plane trip home. It got me thinking…what are the environmental implications of a traditional burial? Cremation, embalming, ornate casket vs. pine box, religious beliefs, emotions of the surviving family members; death and funerals are a tough thing to talk about. We certainly don’t want to think about it, I don’t even want to make plans for it because if I don’t make plans, it’ll never happen. Ha!
I went online and found many links to information on green funerals. The National Funeral Directors Association has a nice Q&A on their website. Here is their explanation of a green funeral:
“A green funeral incorporates environmentally-friendly options in order to meet the needs of a family requesting a green service. A green funeral may include any or all of the following: a small gathering in a natural setting, use of only recycled paper products, locally-grown organic flowers, carpooling, organic food, no embalming or embalming with formaldehyde-free products, the use of sustainable biodegradable clothing, shroud or casket, and natural or green burial.” -www.nfda.org
This would be your last and most lasting way to contribute to your planet, your last Environmental Hurrah. I like the idea, but I’m so used to traditional funerals, it might be hard to change. Much of what we do is to provide comfort to the dead person’s surviving family and friends. That is important to consider, too. And I think we all want to go out with dignity, if at all possible, and a biodegradeable cardboard casket doesn’t seem very dignified. I think it would basically seem like a cardboard box, and while eco friendly, is it how I want to see my loved ones in their final moments? Maybe a better compromise would be a bamboo casket. Simple but attractive. But then again, what does it matter, really? It’s going to be buried in the ground! Never to be seen again. I don’t know, what do you think?
As I think about it, I realize the question for me often is “how green can you go?” There are different shades of green; I have moved down the spectrum to the darker shades but I still am probably in the middle. I do try to challenge myself to the greener end.
As I mentioned earlier, I am quite certain that I was close to the end on the bumpy flight home from up North. I am also quite certain that I was probably the only one to feel that way. In fact, my husband told me that relatively speaking, the bumps were really “not that bad.” I am what you might call a “white knuckler”, and have what you might call “panic attacks” on airplanes from time to time. The panic attacks have been known to include “sweaty palms”, “negative thoughts”, “elevated heart rate”, “embarrassing need to cry” and “getting right with God.” For the past few years, though, I had been doing quite well, with attacks mild to none, and no medication. With children to distract me, my husband to explain every noise and minor detail of the flight, and reading material, I had been fine. Apparently, I have only been on smooth flights for the past few years.
Never again will I fly without medication. The plane bumped up and down, side to side, perhaps did a couple of flips. I felt the panic rising, awaiting certain disaster. The glass of wine came none too early, I put on headphones to listen to Everybody Loves Raymond on the plane TV, and started writing. I couldn’t even drink the wine without spilling, it was so bumpy (I was very motivated, though, and could now participate in the Olympic Bumpy Plane Ride/ Wine Drinking event.) With my son deep into a book and clueless that his mother was a wreck, I started writing to try to focus my thoughts away from crashing planes. I titled it, “These Things I Know To Be True”, rather bizarre but that’s what came to mind. Here is an excerpt:
“1. I will never fly again without medication. 2. Panic is not an option when you have children. 3. God is great, beer is good, people are crazy. (thanks, Billy Currington.) 4. My Happy Place is a massage room in the Savannah Day Spa. 5. Does Everybody Really Love Raymond? 6. I don’t really care if gay people get married. 7. I am glad I’m not Tiger Woods or married to Tiger Woods.”
I actually had 38 things I knew to be true. It turned out to be a fantastic writing exercise. I didn’t think, I just wrote madly, focusing my thoughts, and found a surprising clarity. So, creative writing teachers, take your class somewhere, give them a glass of wine, make them face death on a plane ride through some thunderstorms, and you might get something interesting.
I was so glad to be on the ground. And now I’m so glad that I am home and writing about green funerals rather than being a guest of honor at one. Here are some other green funeral links I found to be interesting:
http://planetgreen.discovery.com/go-green/funerals/funerals-tips.html
http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2004-02-03-green-funerals_x.htm
http://www.greenburialcouncil.org/
Hope I gave you some food for thought today! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think about a green funeral.
Take care,
Katie