Lyrics: You’ve got to Ac-cent-uate the positive/ Eliminate the negative/ Latch on to the affirmative and/ Don’t mess with Mister In-between.
PANDEMONIUM just walked upon the scene. Back in August 1965 my parents paid $1278.54 for two cemetery plots. It was a cultural tradition at that time for full-body, coffin burials. Times changed and today many, if not most, people are choosing to be cremated and have their ashes scattered in places holding special meaning for them. My mother and father followed the trend and on at least two occasions mom expressed regrets that they had cemetery plots because she would rather their ashes be scattered together in the bay off their island home. And because they would only need one plot for the small box containing the ashes of both, they gave the second plot to my husband me. We could be neighbors. My brother and I had met with staff at the cemetery after mom died to check that everything was in order. It was. Or so we thought.
PANDEMONIUM! In making arrangements for a graveside service to bury the cremains, I was informed that there would be a $12,000.00 charge to bury the ashes of two people in one plot. Let me put it another way; if dad’s ashes were buried in one plot and mom’s ashes in the second plot, then there would be no additional charge. Mom and dad would, I think the appropriate expression is, turn over in their graves, at the thought of their kids paying twelve thousand dollars to bury their ashes. I could always give back the plot gifted to my husband and me as I too would prefer to have our ashes scattered.
My brother is justifiably angry. I, on the other hand, think the Universe is maybe granting wishes: mom and dad to have their ashes scattered in the bay next to their island home of twenty-eight years. The Rose Man’s ashes belong in Puget Sound where he loved to sail. I want some of my ashes scattered with his and the rest of mine in Coeur d’Alene where I was born.
I was told that the same cemetery plots now sell for $34,000 each. If we sold both plots we could charter a boat for the family to see our loved ones wishes carried out. Heck, for $68,000 we could charter the Queen Mary.
Lyrics: You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum/ Bring gloom down to the minimum/ Have faith or pandemonium’s/ Liable to walk upon the scene. (Lyricist Johnny Mercer)