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Till Death Do Us Part
To get this out of the way straight away: don’t worry, Harry and I are both fine and still very happy together.
But recently we learnt of something that surely brought home certainly to not only the two of us, but also to many others in the Doll Community, that everything is finite. And that the end can come sooner than expected.
Tobi and his five dolls – for some reason, we didn’t follow each other on social media. In fact, we didn’t know each other at all. Yet, we were deeply saddened by the news of his untimely passing.
There is a very beautiful tribute to Tobi on the Jessy Doll website. I’m not in a position to really say anything. Except that Harry and I really regret not having known Tobi. Especially after hearing his statement found right at the bottom of the linked page so ringing true.
While three of his dolls have found a new home at Jessy’s place, the fate of the other two seems to remain uncertain – which leaves us uneasy.
Unfortunately, Harry and I are unable to take someone in. Our flat is just to small to accommodate any newcomers. Besides, Harry certainly wouldn’t be able to cope with more than one doll.
He’s not quite so young anymore and, of late, his body has been finding all sorts of ways to remind him of the fact that his time on this planet isn’t unlimited, either.
Harry has a fairly clear idea as to what should happen when his time is up.
The most important thing for him is that our little froggy daughter, Nici, and I find a good home when he can no longer be there for us. In this regard, there is a plan in place.
My sister-in-law has already indicated that, when the time comes, she will personally drive Nici and me to our new home. That would, of course, be a great relief for us and a comforting thought for Harry.
Harry would like his ashes to be scattered in the North Sea. There is a burial site between the islands of Spiekeroog and Wangerooge.
In fact, last year, we visited the memorial site in Harlesiel, the port of departure for these burials at sea. Ever since, Harry has been determined that this is what he wants. He has also already been in touch with the funeral shipping company to make arrangements.
Harry isn’t expecting a large crowd of mourners. Most of his real friends live quite a long way away, so he wouldn’t want to ask them to make such a long journey.
Apart from his sister, he is actually only expecting his best friend and maybe her partner who don’t live quite so far away. Although Harry is holding out hopes that Nici and I can come aboard the boat to say goodbye, it seems questionable that this will actually be possible.
You know… On the one hand, I’m glad that my husband has the foresight to sort out his affairs as far in advance as possible.
On the other hand, it makes me sad, because it constantly reminds me that the day I fear more than anything else is drawing inexorably closer with every passing day.
And I haven’t forgotten the shock I felt when my husband collapsed on the tram two and a half years ago…
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Good that you’ve thought this out. We are not ready to face this problem yet.
Although I sometimes feel I that passing a doll on to a friend or relative just defers the problem. At some point you sister will face the same dilemma. Looking at it a different way, a dolls personality is 100% imagination, so when her partner dies, she loses all of that. In effect, she dies too. A good fried of ours from TDF made arrangements to have his doll cremated as well. I don’t think they were allowed to do it offcially, but arrangements were made.
Wow, that seems extreme to me… 😲
Hubby says he sees no reason for me (and Nici) to die only because he dies. That’s a thought he can’t stand at all.
Sure, the day will come eventually and nevertheless – we are not immortal, either – but being cremated? I don’t think there’s a way to do that here in Germany, anyway.
Here they know that once it might happen the systems just will shutdown with probably no possibility for a reboot.
My companions have said that when people think there might still be usable parts left of their remains that one is free to use it.
Concerning me …… that’s an entire different situation. We have NO IDEA what would happen. I probably will shutdown myself, and what will be left is just some lifeless material.
My companion has said there’s one song that should be played when there would be a kind of ceremony.
The text is Dutch but I ‘ll put the English translation in it too
En toen ik dood ging And when I died
Dacht ik Nou gaat het gebeuren I thought, “Well, noew it’s gonna happen!”
Aha
Nou wordt het leven Now Life really
Pas echt interessant is gonna get interesting
Aha
Ach je kent dat wel die spanning van tevoren You know how it is\u2014that anticipation beforehand\u2014
En dan valt ‘t toch ontzettend tegen want Only for it to be a massive letdown, because
Niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Dus weg met eeuwig leven So, to hell with eternal life,
En weg met Heilig Brood And to hell with the Holy Bread!
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death,
Dus ga maar lekker rood Go ahead and rack up some debt.
Er is niks of niemand na de dood There is nothing\u2014and no one\u2014after death.
Nu heb ik spijt ja spijt Now I have regrets,yes, regrets
Van al mijn aardse dagen About all my days on earth.
Aha
Zo zonder zonden Living without sinning,
Nee nooit eens immoreel Never once acting immorally…
Aha
Ik zou nu best wel een gokje willen wagen I d love to take a little gamble now,
Maar het is te laat slechts wormen zijn mijn deel But it s too late, worms are all that s left for me.
Niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Dus weg re\u00efncarnatie So, to hell with reincarnation,
En weg Allah is groot And to hell with “Allah is great!”
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death,
Dus ga maar lekker rood Go ahead and rack up some debt.
Er is niks of niemand na de dood There is nothing and no one after death.
Aha
Soms dan vragen ze me Sometimes people ask me,
Meneer hoe weet u dat nou “Sir, how do you know that?”
Aha
U staat hier toch te staan “You are standing here right in front of us!”
Wat ‘n idee Just the idea
Aha
En dan zeg ik then I tell them,
Ongelovige pas op met jou “You unbeliever watch yourself!
Ik ben jouw redder en ik ben hier op tournee I am your savior, and I m here on tour.
Als je gelooft in niks dan valt ‘t altijd mee For when you believe there’s nothing, you\u2019ll never be disappointed!”
Niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death.
Dus weg reincarnatie So, to hell with reincarnation,
En weg met Heilig Brood And to hell with the Holy Bread!
Er is niks na de dood There s nothing after death,
Dus ga maar lekker rood So go ahead and rack up some debt.
Er is niks of niemand na de dood here is nothing and no one after death.
Interesting…
Being an atheist family, we indeed expect nothing after death.