Tuesday, March 24, 2009

No One Gets Out Alive

Increasingly aware of my own mortality, I notice this item:

I Like His Thinking

It looks to me like a nice way of handling things. The only part I'd do differently is the trip to Arlington.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ras,
I agree. My Dad passed away in his easy chair with a large glass of Bourbon in his hand last Nov. He was an F-86 Pilot and I couldn't think of a better way for a Fighter Pilot to go. Had a service and wake for him virtually as described, both his brothers and all his kids and grandkids were there. Great time. Planning to distribute his ashes on Mt Charleston near Las Vegas so he can look out over Nellis and critique the bomber patterns being flown by the guys out there.
Think I'll save this one and put it in my last wishes.
Cheers,
Rick