Grave Matters… In Samoa

In Samoa, one gets buried in a snazzy concrete cistern in the front yard. This leads me to believe that there are no real estate sales in American Samoa. Because, who is going to buy a house with someone else’s granny in the front yard. There wouldn’t be room for your own granny. Some folk are buried in what would be considered a “Carport” – in Samoa I guess they are called “Burialports”.

The Samoans seem to take being dead very seriously.

Some would say that I didn’t take Carlton’s death all that seriously. But, I didn’t take him all that seriously when he was alive either.

I presume that I’ll be getting Carlton’s ashes back from Georgetown this spring. What to do with Carlton then?

1. Sprinkle him around Hulihe’e Palace. Don’t ask – don’t tell. Carlton liked this. He just didn’t want to be in the ocean – because he gets seasick.
2. Let Georgetown put him in Mt Olivet. Carlton was OK with that.
3. See if I can find his DD214 and stash him in a Chock-Full-Nuts can in the mausoleum at Arlington. I think Carlton would be OK with this.
4. Turn him into a tree – but where – I don’t have a front yard?
5. Turn him into a diamond – no way!
6. Blast him off into space – Carlton would be seriously pissed at that waste of money. Heck, he would most likely come after my sorry ass.

And you know, it really doesn’t matter. Because – he will still be dead. And, I am not the kind of person who goes to visit the departed. Unless they are stashed somewhere really cool. Join Jim Morrison in Paris perhaps?