Jen and I like to plan ahead. Several years ago, we reserved our final resting place at the local Methodist Baptist [same difference] chapel. Not that we're Methodists Baptists, you understand, but they'll take anyone.
To be honest, I don't care one jot what they do to me once I'm dead. I'll be dead; why should I care? But it's a pretty cool graveyard, with a rather smashing view.
Last weekend, Jen and I went for a walk near the graveyard. So I went and stood on my own grave and took a photo:
If it's all the same with you, however, neither of us is planning to fill it any time soon.