The cost of dying expenses was probably the wrong title to go along with this story. I was going to add to the mix by saying I bought a life insurance policy and told a friend to make sure I get put in a box, six feet under, and don't let anyone fry me to a crispy, she could have the box hauled up into the UP someplace for all I care, just don't let anyone have the satisfaction of frying me. After calculating the cost for such a minor burial, I had to add to the policy. I want to at least get six feet under, don't want any bears digging me up in the wilderness.
I think one of the issues with the expansion of mental illness diagnosis is everything has become specialized. Now it takes a specialist to specialize in infancy, adolescence, teenagers, early adulthood, LGBTQ, etc., and for all those specialist to make money you have to have doctors willing to refer every minor/major concern a parent might have about their kids to them.
Once dead, does it matter what happens to you? I have told my family to throw me into the forest and let the animals have me, or plant a tree on my chest. I don't care at all.
The concerns of parents is one of the issues, and I think normal behaviours of children are now diagnosed as illness.