I’ve heard that part of the price paid for a plot, (I love that word--plot … “Here is where you will be forever and ever and ever … unless the cemetery or town or county or state or war says otherwise. Then, screw it, all deals are off.”), includes maintenance in perpetuity (unless the cemetery goes bankrupt, is flooded, is the epicenter for an earthquake, or tornado, or hurricane, or a fracking disaster, has a happy-fingered accountant or … well, you get the idea). And if that happens, then who pays to mow my face? Who am I depending on? Show of hands–how many of you have seen a weed-ridden, overgrown, totally disheveled cemetery? Yeah. Me too. So, I’m not buying into the whole, “Don’t worry Mister Smith, we’ll mow your face forever and ever and ever. You’ll be at rest and deadly happy for eternity.”
History says otherwise.
Take control of your life while you’re alive, because after that, it’s anyone’s guess where you’ll be.