You're Not Helping Your Case, Doc

I think I have blog posted before that sometimes my psychotherapist has texted me weirdly.  Most of the time they're a series of letters that make no sense.  Then, around the holidays he texted me pictures of the moon -- not bad, the pics were pretty, but I didn't ask for them.  He then left me a voicemail asking if he could talk.  He's never done that before and, frankly, I think it's inappropriate for a therapist to ask a patient to talk to him.

But he did earlier this week is yet another layer of what-the-fuckville.  He sent me a link to the Neptune Society, a cremation service company.  The hell???  Of course I didn't ask for this.  I have spoken to him about death a lot, but I don't ever raising the concept of cremation beyond telling him that my grandmother and uncle have both been cremated.  So why in the shit is he sending me a text about this?  Is he telling me something?  Does he want to talk about this?  Because I don't.  I have been thinking it's time to have a session with him again, but now that he sent me this strange link, I don't know if I want to now.  And if this is somehow a cry for help -- and there's a non-zero chance that is -- I am purposely ignoring him.  And, to be honest, if he gets depressed or even harms himself because I'm not speaking with him ... well, damn, I will not take responsibility.  Because this is some weird-ass fucking behavior, man.