Well I have had differing views over the years I've thought about death. I'm 53 years old now. When I was a young person before my exposure to JW I wanted to be cremated, then as a JW I still wanted that and one one ever objected. I hated the thought of being buried in the ground, it creeped me out.
Over the past 10 years, I've had my Mother and Dad to die, they were cremated by their own wishes and share a common head stone and grave. Their ashes are buried there. Then my sister died, she was horrified at the thought of being cremated, but my nephew could afford nothing else for her as she died without insurance. Then my beloved 15 year old son was killed as a result of an auto accident.
This changed everything about how I felt. I had never wanted an open casket for myself before. But I needed an open casket for my son because it was so horrible he being snatched away so suddenly. It also allowed his school friends to grieve for him and experience death for the first time for many of them. There was nearly 150 school children who attended Dak's funeral from his high school. They cried with us all. We had a JW funeral for him which I don't remember hardly at all. After the funeral Dak was cremated, then his ashes were buried a week later next to his grandfather. We had a lovely headstone made of him canoeing down the river. And his web-site ingraved on it: http://www.mem.com/display/biography.asp?ID=9894 Here we could add pictures of his life, the happy times we shared as a family. How proud we were of him.
I know now that loved ones need to be allowed to grief, and that funeral service are not for those who die, but for those who survive. And we need to go through the funeral process to allow that to happen.
I would never deprive my remaining two sons and my wonderful husband and stepfather to my children to not have a normal funeral for me when I pass. They would need the opportunity to say good bye. And I don't care anymore whether I am buried or cremated, I want them to do what ever brings them comfort when my time comes.
Our bodies no longer are who we were when we die, it is an empty shell, and it makes no difference.
Sometimes life teaches us many lessons even beyond what we think we know. I'm no longer a JW and left the witnesses after Dak died. I existed in a mental fog for over a year. I left his father, and he continued on with the JW's and I didn't. Dak's brothers have left the witnesses too, and are much happier.
Balsam aka Ruth