But it has to be an emergency and no doubt they would move the graves if it were feasible. There are lots of cemeteries with very old graves. My point was that you don't know what might happen in the future. What about earthquakes, landslides, new dams, war, etc? What do they do in other countries? BTW I recall that on a project I worked on bodies were found buried outside the current cemetery buried to allow a tramline to be built - they were eventually relocated other once to allow a transport project to go through (there was no other option_ - the work was delayed whilst an anthropologist investigated and the bodies were eventually moved (not gotten rid of).
Woke up this morning and pondered upon the passing river from my bed and the wildlife in view. This usually prompts me to think,"well life is not so bad compared with a lot of others on this planet". As we age we think more and more of our own mortality and of those that are close to us, its all part of the ageing process. Some knowledgeable person well versed in such matters wrote that up to the age of 21 we think of death very rarely. After that are it creeps up to about three times a month or so and by the time you reach your fifties some thoughts of departing this mortal existence is in your brain on an almost daily basis.
I think that it is incumbent upon all of those of a certain age that are staring at mortality to ensure that their affairs are left in order for those left behind. Its not difficult, it just involves a bit of honesty within oneself. Most of us of a certain age have had to deal with the death of a loved one and we should all have learnt a lesson or two from those passings. To die intestate causes a huge amount of problems for those left behind and in those cases the only person to benefit at the end of the day is the appointed Solicitor, usually some year or so later. My wife passed away recently and no Solicitor was involved as I had previously arranged that which was required. It made everything easier for those involved and those left behind.
My wife was cremated in France with a beautiful service and her remains were taken back to England in the front seat of my car and placed at our local cemetery where she rejoined her parents in their grave. That was her wish. The transportation of remains is a bit of a grey area in life and law. I thought well, if I get rumbled by the Gendarmes of Duane , then she would end up in a field or lay by between here and Caen. She had a good sense of humour and would have seen the funny side of it all.
For those of you that would ask for your cadaver to be transported back to Blighty by road or air, then think on. As well as your body I should leave a big fat cheque to pay for it. Once you are loaded into the transport, then the funeral operative will charge your estate for every time you pass thro a Coroners area and that is a lot between France and every different one in England.
Being of a pragmatic nature. My arrangements have been made and will with instructions for everything is here ready for me to go off to The Great Carp Lake in the sky.
Some years ago before leaving for France I invested a large sum of money with the Coop Ins. Society( not the bank), the same Coop that was the biggest provider of funeral services in
the UK. Before signing on the dotted line for the investment, I managed to wheedle out of them a free funeral service in the UK. So that was that bit sorted.
My music selection has been done. Gone Fishing, Messing about on the River and Only here for a good time. A sum of money has been allocated for friends in France to have a good time and the same in the UK. Cremation for me and ashes into the river either here or The Thames where I used to fish. Job done.
Regarding burial plots. Probably remain undisturbed for a long, long time in France due to the large amount of space. In the UK, I have my doubts due to increasing birth/death rates, immigration and the constant need to build new supermarkets, council car parks and unwanted High Speed train links, built to bolster the flagging fortunes of various politicians.
If I was to have gone first my wife wanted to have engraved on my headstone, "Under this Sod lies another one". Could never work out why she wanted that particular wording.
So feeling absolutely certain that the denizens of Expat have all led good, blameless and pure lives, and for those amongst of us that have not been so saintly, I leave you with the following verse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, entitled " Retribution".
"Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind extremely small.
Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds us all".
Have a nice day everyone. Fletch.