Move as fast as you can!
I guess better on the board than on the mantle.
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.
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.