I chose and bought the “Cosmic Galaxy” urn to be my own urn, because it seems to fit my favorite poem by Walt Whitman, titled “A Clear Midnight.” That poem has been interpreted as meaning releasing the soul back into the universe — the starry, starry night. So, this urn featuring a cosmic galaxy seemed an appropriate resting place for my own earthly ashes (but not my soul).
The poem goes:
“This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
The urns were shipped quickly, and I like them. I used Whitman’s poem as dedications on my two web sites to my Mother and my life-partner Carl. And I overlaid the poem in text on top of my favorite photo of me in inlaid wooden frames to leave for a few of my Great Nieces and Great Nephews to remember me by on "Día de los Muertos" day.