Bury me

When I was very young my favourite uncle gave me a big and ugly men’s watch, but I was so happy he gave me this that I almost never took it off for ten years. In fact I loved it so much, I kept joking around that I wanted to be buried with it. But my watch has been broken for a few years now and even though I kept it, I don’t plan anymore to be buried with my old watch.

Nowadays, I don’t think I would want to be buried with too many things. Sadly for future archaeologists, my grave goods would probably not tell much about who I was in life. I don’t attach importance to objects, and the few belongings that I value, will go to my family. For example, it would seem logical to bury me with my jewellery, since I always wear it, but they were given to me by relatives that are now passed away, so I want all my jewels to stay in the family.

I bet that if I asked my family what they would bury me with, the answer would be a Montreal Canadiens jersey, and my cat, because these are the some of the things I am most passionate about. If archaeologists were to open my grave, they would probably not find the jersey, but the remains of my cat would certainly be discovered. I suppose a grave with no grave goods apart from an animal, would be very confusing.