Hi everyone Just picking up on what George wrote about being buried alive.

I think there are many who have a fear of being buried alive but if they drain your blood then theres no chance of that happening.If someones got this fear i think the best thing for them is to have a coffin with a glass top then if they are alive at least the relatives can see mist on it were there breathing or get buried with a screwdriver and a spade.

Love and God bless love juditha

I think I'm going to bury myself in a crypt with a full instrument kit for a rock band. Then I'm going to scare the living daylights out of whoever walks by my crypt. When they turn on their voice recorder to find out what's happening I'm going to break into a rendition of whatever song is going through my head at the time. We'll see what pops through....it should be fun....just remember, I'm going to be practicing for a long time.

love, blink

Oh, Alan, you are soooooooo smart.....I'm thinking of inviting you to my crypt sometime. What do you play?

love, blink

Greetings,

do you ever consider that  strong fears might be based upon experience in an earlier life, and since you've already had that experience, you won't be asked to go through it again?
That in fact, you have survived it already,---  because here You Are !

Love, Bets

Hi Juditha, this is a song Peter, Paul and Mary sung in the 60's or whenever, a long time ago....
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Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Nanner, that's just yucky. I think that no one can see me in my crypt. I am invisible.

I will play requests.

Are there really that many places that allow people to be buried un-embalmed, that there's really much chance of this?

I think embalming is pretty much required around here, not necessarily legally, but most local cemeteries require it.

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You're welcome, Juditha, I'm glad the song pleased you.... it did seem to me that you were sad when you wrote.

The song I posted is a folk song that sounds like a lullaby to me, not really sad at all. It's very gentle-sounding.

I love the video, Juditha. You know, it's funny, I still haven't got the sound working on my computer but this video came through perfectly clearly to me. I can almost hear their voices, and will turn it up when I get to the office.  

I know that song, and watching these folks singing together helps me to picture what your slice of heaven looks like. It seems like that's how we can be in this world, not just the next:  shoulder to shoulder, smiling, working it all out together, making a very joyful sound to our Maker, and with each other.

Of course, we can do that by ourselves, too, but it's also lots of fun to do it together.

I get it (!), love 'ya, blink