Is it normal to wonder about the state of decomposition of a dead loved one?
I keep thinking about my brother who died 2 years ago and who requested regular burial. When we found him 2 days after his death, he was pretty putrid and the paramedics had to scoop/scrape him off his floor like a dead mouse. The mortician put his remains in something like a giant Zip Lock bag (which the mortician called a "Freedom Wrap") to keep the stench down during funeral services. So, his soupy remains were put in the ground approximately 2 years ago and all we have left of him are our memories and pictures of how he was in life. Makes you wonder about the point of it all and the lie of all we see and do in life...we are all going to end up like that.. I want to be cremated, but,we are still going to suffer indignities. is it normal to think about my brother as he is right now in the ground; just putrid moosh?