Death and music

Yesterday had two - count 'em, 2! - Somethings New.

First, Sweet Hubby and I accompanied our darling friend Ruth to Earth, a business which specializes in composting burial, sometimes known as Terramation (that's the tradename of another company).  Earth calls the process "soil transformation".  We were met there by Emily, a ginger-haired, tattooed, pierced, young funeral director.  She was the antithesis of what one expects a funeral director to be.  She gave us a tour of the facility, and it was clear that she was not interested in sales, but rather in knowledge.  She explained the entire process clearly, answering our questions, taking her time, very friendly and bright.  A perfect tour guide.

I signed up with the Neptune Society several years ago, but the more I learn about cremation, the more certain I am that composted burial is the way to go.  Cremation puts toxins into the air, while allowing the body to become compost is actually good for the environment.  An informative, enjoyable afternoon talking about death and body disposition.

Then last night as I was doing laundry, I could hear the music SH was played while he took down the wall panels in his office.  There was a guitar number playing that was so powerful and beautiful, I found myself frozen, enveloped, listening with a mouth opened in absorbed concentration.  At the end, I hollered "What was that?  That was fantastic!"  It was Gary Moore's "Still Got the Blues", SH's favorite piece by one of his favorite musical artists.

It struck me that the way I responded to this music is yet one more indication of how well suited SH and I are to each other.  We both get goosebumps at so many of the same things.