Sprinkling ashes phobia

I want mine packed into a skyrocket and shot out over a body of water. There is a company that will do that for you.

Yes. I know of someone who made himself a potato cannon. When he died, they had a party and fired his ashes out of the cannon into Delaware Bay! Lol! What a great way to do it.
 

Yes. I know of someone who made himself a potato cannon. When he died, they had a party and fired his ashes out of the cannon into Delaware Bay! Lol! What a great way to do it.
Now that's cool particularly that he made the launcher himself.
 
By mutual agreement, my first wife and I wanted cremation and our ashes scattered by the survivor. She died in 1889 and I scattered half of her cremains along the green of the 15th hole on the golf course to which we belonged and the other half in the rose bed which she tended out side our bedroom. I will be scattered in San Francisco Bay.

Lon, 1889?
 

I sprinkled some of my husband's ashes off the back of a boat at his favorite fishing spot after his memorial service. The wind was blowing. Do I need to tell you what happened? I was picking him out of my hair for the rest of the day. I think I swallowed some, too.

I gave some to my daughter; she planted a tree over them.....she said she wanted to be able, when she had problems, to go out and "talk to the tree".

Over the past ten years, I have scattered ashes in places he particularly enjoyed and, as luck will have it, I've managed to get some on me every darned time.

I still have a large jar of them left (he was a good-sized guy and after they took all the parts that were still useful, there was still quite a bit left). I'm not sure what I'm going to eventually do with them. Probably keep a very small container of them and go back to the lake where he was the happiest and scatter the rest. I'll know when it's time.

'He's' determined not to be parted it seems! :rolleyes:
 
You are such a romantic. That's so sweet.
Yes Warri the photo & sentiment is beautiful .

Yeah. I am. My mother dragged me with her to too many romantic movies when I was a little kid. I must be a split personality. I am also a confirmed realist. Its been my experience that life is the enemy of romance.
 
My nephew sprinkled my brother-in-law's ashes at the lake that was his favourite fishing spot. I thought that was a very loving gesture. As to whether I could do it, I'm not sure.
 

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