23.09.2005 - 25.09.2005
This week finds me in the Pantheon, where the great men (and women) of France are interned. More dead folks. That is three weekends in a row of the dead.
The Pantheon is quite nice, but very sterile. I much preferred the chaos and colour of Pere Lachaise to the somber sternness of the Pantheon.
I also like that Pere Lachaise includes people, like Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison, from other lands. I find the concept of being buried in some foreign cemetery quite romantic. I do hope that when I die, it is on foreign soil. And instead of bringing me back home to Canada, who ever is in charge of seeing me buried does it wherever I fell.
A simple cremation, and interned in the local cemetery in the mausoleum. The stone face of my little cubicle would read:
Gregory James Wesson
Born: October 19, 1970
Died: September 25, 2005
I like the concept of people wandering through the cemetery and coming across this little plaque, with information about the person inside, but not too much. And they would wonder to themselves, 'what great adventure was it that brought Gregory James Wesson from Toronto to Paris? And what happened to him on September 25th that left him here.'