Naturally, aging individuals have awkward conversations about what will happen after their passing. The Duck Dynasty star Phil Robertson is no different.
Although it may be hard to imagine, Phil Robertson is currently 75 years old. The reality television personality has come a long way since his birth in 1946. His upbringing was challenging because they lacked a bathtub, a toilet, and electricity. Yet, Robertson has since lived through the invention of television and the technological revolution. Also, he has made a fair livelihood from it.
Even the finest of us are conscious of where they stand in the line, though. Phil Robertson might still live a very long time. Yet, he continues to discuss what will happen to his body after his inevitable passing. Robertson didn’t steer clear of it. Yet on his most recent Unashamed podcast episode, he talked frankly about it.
Jase, who was also listening to the show, receives a direct message from Robertson that reads, “Sure, take me when I die Jase. Please take me to a local embalmer after I die. Your father is me.
Defining a country Jase replies in a hilarious way.
“Embalmer,” says Phil. This person in a hut in the middle of the forest said, “I’ll get him in there.
Would you prefer that we disperse your ashes, for example? Query Jase.
The Duck Dynasty star suggests that you keep the show understated. Only stress the leaving, not the disappearing. Old Phil died, and now he was lost.
That gave Jase some of the answer he was looking for. He replied, “Dad, we’re getting a touch morbid around here,” to which his father replied.
Phil Robertson, who is 75 years old, and Phil Robertson, who is 55 years old, have completely distinct mentalities, it turns out. An ordinary coffin and gravestone won’t do for the ardent outdoorsman. His son Jase revealed on the most recent Unashamed episode that his father would have had a totally different wish for his family if he had died away 20 years earlier.
“Yes, he has matured tremendously in his religion,” Jase says.
We had a conversation about 20 years ago, and Dad said, “Hey, don’t bury me in a cemetery. Create a box. Create it, not buy it, he said. Throw me in it, the man said. Simply throw me off the nearest curb or wherever you want to. “Phil,” I said, “I think that’s illegal.”