People say that gravestones and burials are “for the living”, i.e. a place or a time to remember deceased loved ones. Fair enough. I respect that choice. I lost a friend, a 17 year old kid. He deserves a grave; he didn’t get his fair shot at life. His parents deserve a place to remember him.
And a trip to any graveyard gives you an unusual perspective, looking around at the markers, seeing how long (or how short) people’s lives were, and those who died early in war, and so on.
But I can’t shake the nagging suspicion that the modern burial process is a vestigal act. In the early early days, when somebody died, it presented the community with a problem: either they got eaten by animals, or they started to stink. Solution: Cover them with rocks. That handles the animal problem but not the smell. So how about a sarcophagus? How about embalming? Hey, if we embalm them , AND put them in a box, AND take that box and bury it six feet underground, THAT seems to do the trick. (This is what the security world refers to as “defense in depth”.)
Me, I’m getting cremated.