"What do you wanna do when you're dead?" I asked turning to a boy clad in brightly colored shorts.
"Um . . . you know stay dead. I've never really liked zombies that much." He said rolling over onto his stomach to face her.
"No like once you've croaked do you wanna be cremated, buried, donated to science so they can take off all your skin, put you in a silly position then stick you in an exhibit." I said and pulled up a small piece of grass, riped it into 4 parts and let the wind blow them out of my palm.
"Buried, I guess, I mean this isn't really something I've though about that much. What about you?"
"Well first I'd donate of course all the major organs plus skin, eye balls etc. then I'd like to be cremated but defiantly not put in a jar. I wouldn't want to sit on someones mantle place forever and then get knocked over by a cat and vacuumed out of the carpet. It'd be kinda cool if they used my ashes to grow a tree, like one of those wicked old ones."
"Wow you've put a lot of thought into this. I don't know if I could be burned alive."
"Well you wouldn't be alive for starters," I said sitting up picking at the grass some more.
"Theres just so many cooler things you can do with ashes."
"Like what? Besides the tree thing of course. What would you do with my ashes?"
"Hum well first I'd fill a bunch of empty tic tac containers with it and then look through all those papers you had to fill out in first grade that had the question 'If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?' and find all those places you wanted to go when you were 6. Then I'd go and bury each tic tac container in a different city you said you wanted to visit someday."
"And try getting my mom to ok that one!" he said and paused not taking his eyes off me "I'd want one buried right here."
We were laying in the middle of my back yard next to my sisters Barbie tent and my neighbors giant oak tree that she liked to hang plastic apples from. I asked her once why she didn't just grow an apple tree instead and she told me 'I've never found a worm in a plastic apple'.
"Sorry this spot is currently taken up by my power ranger pajamas. But you can be buried a few feet over."
"Wait are those the pajamas I said made you look like a guy in 2nd grade?"
"Hey, you know what I really liked those pj's and you went and said they looked ugly. Paulie Bleeker you broke my second grade heart."