In many countries on this side of the pond the casket is cremated with the body.
One of my oddest experiences when I lived in France was a funeral at Pere Lachaise. After the obligatory prayers and psalms, the casket (which was placed on a conveyer belt) was gripped by this strange claw-like device and slowly pushed forward; when it was inches from the end, a trap door opened into a cremation furnace, complete with flames. We watched the bouquets placed on top of the casket burst into flames and that door stayed open much too long for my taste.
About fifteen minutes later we were brought to a certain wall famous for ash-spreading and watched the deceased get spread with something that looked pretty much exactly like a flour sifter.
I never met the woman we were honoring at the funeral, but I have to say that the entire experience was deeply, sincerely moving.
A lot of people don't like the thought of being buried - it's something to do with the maggots, I think. :tongue: Sorry, it had to be said!
That, yes, but I've always thought it a waste of land, for some odd reason. I remember discussing it with my grandmother (gawd knows how it came up) when I was still just a kid (like seven or eight), and she argued strenuously on her wishes to be buried, not cremated. As she was a sort of closeted atheist, this wasn't a religious thing, but she was adamant and unwavering. Twenty years later, when she did die, my grandfather buried her at enormous expense he could ill afford; he was cremated.