Ashes to Ashes.. Dust to Dust.
I would have mine sprankled on the tomatos so that everyone could eat me...
like pepper
I prefer the idea of being buried in a canvas sack and having an apple tree planted overhead.
when my father passed away a few years ago he was cremate- after he donated his skin and whatever other organs were usable...
after the funeral and before they buried the urn my sister from California (we live in NY) takes a bag to put some of the ashes in to take with her- not my cup of tea...
laughingly my aunt says to my sister “when we all rise up from the dead from our ashes your father’s going to be missing a thumb and two pinkie fingers because your taking his ashes”...it was pretty funny actually...
My wife and I were kayaking early one day in one of the creeks off the Chesapeake Bay. We came across a trail of what looked like red petals floating on the water and paddled closer to shore. Moments later We were both showered with dust and we looked up to see this party of well dressed people in a dock overhead looking at us with sheer panic in their faces. We coughed and paddled furiously away.
Note to self: Look before dropping grandpa’s ashes.
My smart ex-wife had a novel idea for the ashes of the departed: have a bust fashioned of the person cremated, using the ashes of the deceased. They would make great ‘garden companions’ don’tchaknow. Never talking back, good listeners, too.
“I would have mine sprankled on the tomatos so that everyone could eat me...”
Arrrgh!
*Men*!
;D
I'm gonna specifically ask that my butt be separated from the rest of me, cremated by itself, and then dumped into the HVAC system of the nearest (insert liberal establishment) office to me at the time.