Death and Funerals

My death is something that I don't often think about. Let's face it...it isn't the most pleasant subject. However, on occasion when death comes into a conversation then my own becomes a focus of mine for a bit of time. Both my mother in law and my father knew what they wanted done with their remains. My Dad wanted to be buried in the same cemetary with several generations of his family. We honored those wishes. My mother in law had already planned and paid for her's. She wanted to be cremated and her ashes spread at sea. Those wishes were honored as well. I can't decide. I have read many things that give relatively good evidence that a Christian should not be cremated. However, I don't want to be buried in any cemetary that I can think of. I have family scattered in different cemetaries in different states and cities and there is none of those where I want to be interred. I really think that I want to be cremated and my ashes scattered over the farm that I love. My heart and soul has been tied to the land for so long. It's like that bond was there before my birth. However, I don't want my last thing on this earth to be something displeasing to God. But the thought of being placed in a cemetary that I don't know and have no emotional ties to really bothers me. I know in the end it won't really matter as I don't plan on hanging around to find out where they stick my body, but for some reason right now it does matter. Hopefully the Lord will see fit to lead me to a concrete decision before I kick the bucket. So what do you think or do you even think about it? It isn't the most pleasant of subjects and I certainly wouldn't blame anyone for not thinking about it. Anyone, just some morbid musings on my part to start the day! LOL! Blessings, Kat