Getting ready for that long dirt nap

[ky wonder]

The old family homestead in Missouri has a family graveyard going back nearly 200 years (outlined in blue in the center of the photo below).
There are a handful of Civil War graves - including my great-great-grandfather who was forcibly conscripted into the Confederate army when they came marching through. He was just a teenager at the time.

here are two civil war headstones in our family cemetary they are father and son, Sam was my gret,great,great grandfather James was his oldest son, both died during the war, in uniform

 

[cmj8591]

One of the last, or maybe the last, Pearl Harbor survivors just passed. He was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese attacked. Arizona survivors could have their ashes interred inside the sunken ship. When they asked him if he wanted to do that, his response was "Hell no! I got off of that ship once and I don't want to go back!".

As for me, I don't much care. Whatever is left behind after I slip these mortal coils at some point is just going to get blasted back out into that cloud of gas where it came from to begin with. So, in the ground, in the sea, in the air, we're all going to end up in the same place.

 

[BC38]

...As for me, I don't much care. Whatever is left behind after I slip these mortal coils at some point is just going to get blasted back out into that cloud of gas where it came from to begin with. So, in the ground, in the sea, in the air, we're all going to end up in the same place.

Your post makes me think of two great lines from songs of my youth.
"We are stardust..."
And
"Dust in the wind"

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. The earth suit we inhabit during our short stay here is less important than than the final destination of the eternal part of us that I believe will survive beyond the grave...