That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and on the Comfort of the Resurrection

This is the crematorium at pere lachaise cemetery at full blast. I want my ashes scattered above ground, on grass - in the sunlight. The saddest sight in the whole cemetery steeped in monuments to massacres and injustices, deathcamps and heroic resistance - the saddest sights by far were the modern concrete cellars below the crematorium with their uniform glass-fronted storage lockers each containing its urn of ashes and bedecked with photos and flowers all discerned in shadowland low white light and all under a pall of grey dust.Like a halted process - stopped sterile and unarguably "the past". A terribly sad place.