I like the Iron & Wine song “Naked as We Came.” It’s the most beautiful song about cremation I know.
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
However, sometimes I waver between it being beautiful and morbid. Like if morbidity and beauty were on a continuum, where would this song end up?
I guess it depends on who’s shutting the eyes, don’t it?