I've told my wife get the cheapest container she can find a mason jar off the shelf if they will allow it. Then get me outta that jar. Throw me to the wind. Don't care if it's a mountain or a county landfill. Just get me outta the container. I'll wager today there are containers of ash of forgotten people in about every environ. Gonna be a lot more in years to come. I love Harleys. Put me in the wind. My preference? To die in the woods and not be found. Go back to the earth the natural way.
I've asked my son that when the day comes to strap my ashes to the sissybar of his RoadKing and take my ashes up to some twisty mountain road in northeast Tennessee, get up to about 50 and open the lid. Get a fire burning have a couple beers and burn some chicken for my memorial. That's pretty much how I lived my life so I don't see a reason to change. JD
my good friend had a plan. he was going to ride his 4 wheeler as far back in the hills as possible. strip off all his clothes, walk as far as possible, then shoot himself. hopefully the coyotes and buzzards would have him disposed of before anyone could find his remains. sadly, he was not able to do this
Our two previous dogs' ashes are in Uncle Mitchell's humidor. There's not room for people or any more dogs so our plan is to get something big enough for my wife and me and future dogs and mix up all the ashes. No telling what our son will really do.
Tossed my cousin's ashes off the highest bridge in Wyoming, near some of his favorite fly fishing spots. The important thing is to do it on the down wind side of the bridge. Impressive either way. I try to honk whenever I drive by.
In the mid-1930’s somewhere down in Virginia, family neighbor was a widow who kept her dearly departed husband in a urn on the mantlepiece. In well intended humor, the following was related to Mother by the neighbor. Getting on in years, Miz Widow periodically had a lady come in and tidy up the house. After some period of time, they became comfortable with each other and it became more social than business. One day in the midst of dusting the mantlepiece, the cleaning lady commented on how attractive the urn was. Inquiring further she asked what was it for, flowers or some such. Widow responded it for Mr. Whojits. Now cremation, though not unknown, was not a common practice in the area. While holding the urn, the cleaning lady asked “what do mean”? After short explanation, the cleaning lady turned pale, returned the urn to the mantlepiece and quickly left the home without another word, failing to retrieve whatever belongings she’d brought. Reckon at some point her belongings and day’s pay made their way to the cleaning lady.
As Steve Inman might say, gotta pay for that Stove Top Stuffing! Or, in my case, another case of canned cat food for our feline overlords.
ReplyDeleteI've told my wife get the cheapest container she can find a mason jar off the shelf if they will allow it. Then get me outta that jar. Throw me to the wind. Don't care if it's a mountain or a county landfill. Just get me outta the container. I'll wager today there are containers of ash of forgotten people in about every environ. Gonna be a lot more in years to come. I love Harleys. Put me in the wind. My preference? To die in the woods and not be found. Go back to the earth the natural way.
ReplyDeleteI've asked my son that when the day comes to strap my ashes to the sissybar of his RoadKing and take my ashes up to some twisty mountain road in northeast Tennessee, get up to about 50 and open the lid. Get a fire burning have a couple beers and burn some chicken for my memorial. That's pretty much how I lived my life so I don't see a reason to change.
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my good friend had a plan.
ReplyDeletehe was going to ride his 4 wheeler as far back in the hills as possible.
strip off all his clothes, walk as far as possible, then shoot himself.
hopefully the coyotes and buzzards would have him disposed of before anyone could find his remains.
sadly, he was not able to do this
A rue friend would have done it for him.....
DeleteOur two previous dogs' ashes are in Uncle Mitchell's humidor. There's not room for people or any more dogs so our plan is to get something big enough for my wife and me and future dogs and mix up all the ashes. No telling what our son will really do.
ReplyDeleteI'm going tent camping in grizzly bear country in early Spring. Gonna store fresh strawberries in my tent.
ReplyDeleteGoing out in style:
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They played that while I was being born.
DeleteTrue fact.
Tossed my cousin's ashes off the highest bridge in Wyoming, near some of his favorite fly fishing spots. The important thing is to do it on the down wind side of the bridge. Impressive either way. I try to honk whenever I drive by.
ReplyDeleteAmmo can for me.
ReplyDeleteIn the mid-1930’s somewhere down in Virginia, family neighbor was a widow who kept her dearly departed husband in a urn on the mantlepiece. In well intended humor, the following was related to Mother by the neighbor.
ReplyDeleteGetting on in years, Miz Widow periodically had a lady come in and tidy up the house. After some period of time, they became comfortable with each other and it became more social than business.
One day in the midst of dusting the mantlepiece, the cleaning lady commented on how attractive the urn was. Inquiring further she asked what was it for, flowers or some such. Widow responded it for Mr. Whojits. Now cremation, though not unknown, was not a common practice in the area. While holding the urn, the cleaning lady asked “what do mean”?
After short explanation, the cleaning lady turned pale, returned the urn to the mantlepiece and quickly left the home without another word, failing to retrieve whatever belongings she’d brought. Reckon at some point her belongings and day’s pay made their way to the cleaning lady.
Millennial. For sure that was a Millennial.
ReplyDeleteMight want to look up the details of Cessna Citation N70FJ crash. regards, Alemaster
ReplyDeleteCrematoriums seal the ashes in heavy duty plastic bags inside the urns.
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