Last Saturday, my ever pragmatic Tita Lucil who’s always on the lookout for hot and cheap deals in the local real estate market has excitedly conveyed to me her interest in a prime piece of real property – a memorial lot. The development is only in the pre-selling stage therefore prices are still quite low. She had taken the liberty to reserve five lots – one for me, one for my other aunt and three for her family. Each lot can apparently accommodate two fresh bodies, two sets of bones and two ashes. Three days later, it was a done deal. I am now a proud owner of a prime lawn memorial lot.
It never occured to me that the next piece of property I will be purchasing is one I’d eventually bury myself in. But in all aspects, it was a practical purchase. Oftentimes, we shy away from discussing one of life’s hardest truths: death. Some would say it is morbid and only foreshadowing a bad omen. In hindsight, going bankrupt in the event of death is an even worse omen. It’s better to be prepared. When I conferred the idea to a couple of friends, I hadn’t realised they were even one step ahead with a funeral plan to boot!
After the paperwork was signed, my aunt called me sounding frantic on the phone. “Ok na kamo sa pwesto ta gang?” (Translated: Are you ok with our location?). Frankly, I don’t think I can opine much from six feet under. What’s most reassuring to me is the thought that I will be buried alongside my loved ones.
