Never wanted a gravestone. Didn’t want to be buried. Before he died, my evangelical dad told me that after he died, I would come to his grave and that his gravesite would be a place of regret. (Yeah, he seriously told me this and no I have never visited his gravesite)
Ever since, I’ve never wanted to be buried. Just dispose of my body and be done with me. Rather, I hope that if my children live well, that they will be my monument. That said, I have sometimes thought it would be nice to endow a nice park bench (with my name on it) at a pretty park, someplace where people can get a rest.
