When my dad died almost fifteen years ago, my (then) eighteen year old son and I took a six pack of Dad's favorite (cheap) beer and about half of his ashes, and we celebrated his life at his deer stand deep in the woods. Then we spread the ashes over a place he loved. It was a great experience; one my son and I still treasure. I plan to be cremated, hope my son and grandson do the same thing for me. Your body is like your money - you can't take it with you.
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