Egads... Blech.
I once had the perhaps romantic thought that someday I’d be cremated and then scattered off the dock (of our long time family beach place) onto the sandy bottom, which since it goes dry at low tide means that I’d just become part of the sand and maybe years from now kids will be making little sand castles out of me.
It sounded cute until my dear uncle died, and he requested that same basic thing...and his kids dutifully complied and dumped his ashes off the dock one day.
As it turns out, human ashes are far denser and heavier than I’d ever thought. There, a foot or so away from the dock on the beach at low tide, was a little grey mound of Dear Uncle... For MONTHS. Nobody had the heart to do anything with it or about it, so there it sat. For a long time. It was... weird. Kinda spoiled the idea for me.
I told my kids to cremate me and toss my ashes in the river. That way everyone in the town downstream will get molecules of me here and there via the water intake.