Here’s a “You can’t take it with you.” story; http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/guitar-stolen-from-casket-764310
I can imagine the joy of making music with the guitar and wanting to take it with him, but I don’t think the instrument would have fit into heaven if it had even been possible. The music of the spheres of God would have made the guitar sound infinitely worse than my rendition of “Jingle Bells” on my toy piano compared to a church organ.
I don’t think I would honor the wish to have “stuff” buried with a loved one that would cause someone to want to steal it, just think of the grave-robbers of ancient societies as well as the unfortunate unwise memorial employee who now has this ignominious deed to his discredit.
Things never stay buried anyhow, just think of all the archeology digs even of the recent past of the Columbian explorers. The bones of the people are dishonored and their gold and treasures taken and put in a museum or worse yet put onto the market place.
I’d much rather have read a story about the father of 9 children and 29 grandchildren having given the guitar to one of them to play forward into life. Instruments are meant to be played, in joy and in sadness, to soothe the spirit, to celebrate, to commemorate, to look forward, in all seasons, making a joyful noise unto the Lord.
|(Memorial Song to My Aunt by Her Grandson & Husband, no relation to the news article)|
What we leave behind and what we take with us;
Matthew 6: 19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth
and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
When believers go out of this world, thank the Lord through Jesus Christ, eternity begins, now that will be a concert! Not a false note, not a sour key, not a broken melody, only pure joyous delight!