Posted on 11/23/2008 4:32:51 PM PST by Southbound
My beautiful wife is secretary at our local Middle school and brought home an interesting bit from school yesterday. Seems a sixth-grader brought in the most unique (he got an award for it.) show & tell subject....his Grandpa's ashes in a whiskey bottle!
Gramp's ashes are supposed to be spread on some racetrack somewhere and they haven't made it there yet, so the kid can show him off at school. Now that's what I call a real education.......wife said the teacher was trying to figure out how to explain it to the school board when it was pointed out that his mother was ON the school board.......
Move as fast as you can!
I guess better on the board than on the mantle.
I want mine thrown off the cliff at Pictured Rocks national lakeshore. That way they can blow back up in the faces of all the tourists.
A friend who was helping me pack up and move a few months ago came across the bag of ashes, and asked if it was coming with me or being tossed out. I said, That's my Dad, he's coming with me.
My friend gave me the oddest look... ;-)
I knew someone who took an urn of ashes up in his his small airplane to be spread over an area the deceased requested. Everything went well until the pilot opened a side window and attempted to spread the ashes upon which the ashes blew back into the cockpit making a huge revolting mess inside.
It’s best to use a tube running out of a side window, and to aim it away from the leading edges. Ashes are very brasive and will strip your paint. Not to mention the indignity inflicted upon the deceased.
HAHAHA! I didn’t even notice! LOL I was more focused on how happy the wifey looked tossing the fish balls of her hubby off the bridge.
I once took an antique pistol to school for show and tell. Instead of getting arrested and expelled, I got an ‘A’. The world made some sense then.
When it comes to ashes, it used to make me chuckle that my Grandmother drove around with my grandfathers ashes under her car seat for three years, back in the sixties. Fast forward to the late eighties and I did the same thing with her ashes. Neither was intentional, no disposal wishes were made. Everyone knows my wishes: I don’t want to ride under a car seat.
Yeah, I’m blinded by the high beams!
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