Interesting observation! That our homes are fashioned after gravesites. I want to be buried under a tree, or in one of those pods that grow into trees. An oak. A mighty oak. with chanterelles, acorns, squirrels, birds, caterpillars, teeming with life.

I think poetry comes closest to being able to express in the ineffable.

Your description of arguing with your man reminded me of this poem I wrote a few months before mine left his earthly form