Perhaps his buds will grill it up for his wake.
I would hope that mine would.
My Brother’s ashes are in two of his favorite fishing spots and when his pals, or my other Brother or I, go to those spots a cold beer is pour in before a line is wet. One is in the Keys and the other off Ft. Myers.
Damn Right, what you said!
God Bless all Fishermen and Fisherwomen!