"I want to be cremated. All that money for a box 
is a waste. One of y'all can keep my remains 
on your mantel, just don't accidentally suck 
me up in the vacuum." 
"Not funny!" 
I say soundly.
 
Mom said, "I know!"
But, "It's cheaper this way."

No grave plots, no headstones, no
flowers or navigating your way
through a maze of  stiffs for momentous visits, 
they become infrequent.

Mom said, "Glad it's only the two of you."
I don't have much, but what little I do,
I'm splitting down the middle
so there won't be any arguments.