Umm, isn’t there risk that you may end up eating a wee bit of your loved ones if you hunt with these shells and cartridges?
My brother in law used to have a Piper Cub. Some elderly
man approached him about flying him over the ocean so that
he could scatter his wife’s ashes. Somehow things went
wrong and poor Ethel blew all over the cockpit, in their
eyes, mouths, etc. Bro in law said he was still finding bits
of Ethel months later in the plane. He said the old gent
took it all in stride.
Ethyl was never an easy woman...
Maybe Ethel loved to fly, too :-)