"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."
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.