Seems far smarter and most eminently sensible to me, that we should consider shifting to a different look at death. And when we die to plant a tree above us with a plaque commemorating the rich full joyous and expansive life we lived, rather than filling a perfectly good field with sad crosses. Then birds and animals profit from our death. A cemetery full of crosses does not an oak tree make. But one tree is full of life. Nothing morbid about it at all.
What a grove that does make! Not a bit of morbidity and total absolutely throughly loving abundance, nay, a torrential abundance of joy and good humor and grounded decent happy common sense. Common sense that is ever mindful of the whole.
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