Philocrites blogs about ecological burials, and I was going to write about this too because of how they were featured in the third-to-last installment of Six Feet Under last week. Poor Nate. But he is buried in a nice grove. In real life, a natural piece of field stone, discretely engraved, might mark the grave. Or not.
I don’t (or didn’t) think of eco-burials as that geeky or yuppified, but (with Brenda) as some kind of Quaker thing, like cremation is some kind of Unitarian Universalist thing. The green burial industry is more advanced in Europe — years ago I read the French have the option of refrigerated biers, to elimate the need for embalming — and until things change more, I’d recommend the book (not online) Caring for Your Own Dead. I have an older edition around here somewhere — but laws change, get the newest edition — and it makes for an endearing even pastoral read.
I wonder if a frequent reader, familiar with Indiana and Ohio Quakers, would care to comment as that’s a hotbed of home burial. Hint.
But I think I’ll stick to cremation and a columbarium.