So many ways to go …
When Joe’s dad died, Joe called me from Florida and asked me to talk to the cremation parlor. He felt confused. I understood immediately when I asked the employee helping me what hours they were open, and she answered, “We are open 24/7, but never on the weekends and we are closed on all holidays.”
When Joe died, we had him cremated. The cremation parlor we chose was professional and the employees were compassionate. However, our conversation took a hard turn towards Odd when I was asked, “Mrs. Ruscitti, would you like ALL your husband’s ashes returned to you or just half?”
“Well, it’s an extra $200.00 if you want all your husband’s ashes.”
The death of a loved one certainly has its funny moments, and for me, this was one of them. The one thing I knew for absolute certainty was that Joe would want me to go for the added expense of having every single one of his ashes returned to me.
“I want all my husband’s ashes returned. All of them.”
“Wonderful! Now, you will need a larger urn or perhaps you will just use one of our cremation boxes. Of course, you can supply us with an urn from home, if you have one.”
Thinking … Not sure we have an urn. Would a pot work? Tupperware? Out of the question. My Tupperware is catalogued and checked in and out of its cabinet. I promised until death do we part. I did not promise he could take my Tupperware with him. He wouldn’t expect it.
My final decision was a box that we could open easily which offered easy access to Joe’s ashes for spreading. Included in the cremation package was a commemorative sealed box in gold or silver. I choice gold because silver was back-ordered and I was told it would make a lovely paper weight. Really.
Joe’s “urn” sits on my entertainment center, and we spread his ashes as the opportunities present themselves. It all worked out. I told Cole the gold box was his. It should make an interesting conversation piece in his college dorm.
This morning, I received an e-mail offering me the opportunity to keep Joe spinning for eternity. I can turn a few of his ashes into a vinyl record. Joe can live from beyond the grave.
Andvinyly, a UK-based company, has this offer: “After a love one dies, you can have some of their ashes pressed into a vinyl record.” A tagline on their website reads, “Pressed for Time.”
Here are a few of the details.
The company does not allow ashes to be sent by mail. It makes sense, they don’t want to be involved in the emotional minefield of people’s ashes being posted and pressed from around the world. I can travel to the UK, or choose a representative to be present during the “recording service” when the ashes are pressed and added to the vinyl record.
The record album can be customized with music Joe liked – Knocking On Heaven’s Door, perhaps? Cole can draw the album cover.
About one tablespoon of Joe’s ashes would be added to each album. The ash will, of course, compromise the sound quality of the record, but the company is quick to point out that pops and crackles are point and proof that Joe is in the groove.
The basic press and record package will cost about $5,700. You can add the following options to the basic package.
- Artist James Hague will paint your album cover from a photo, mixing ashes in with the acrylic paint. Cost $6,000.
- if you would like to show off your beloved, the company can arrange for the album to be stocked in stores around the world. Price varies.
Joe was pretty groovy. He would like the idea of being immortalized with his own album, but frankly, I think the $5,700 to start price tag would have him spinning in his urn. So, I believe I will scratch this idea.
I am curious though. What are your thoughts on audio immortality?
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