I remember when we had my grandfather cremated. We were left with a small-ish copper box that weighed a LOT. Inside was a quantity of sand! My grandfather, everything he was and everything he'd ever done, reduced to a box of sand. We'd expected actual ashes like what's left when a fire burns out, which would've been appropriate for him. We were better prepared when Grandma was cremated: she got a pretty vase from Pier One Imports. Both of them are nicely settled into the sand of a small cove between Yarmouth and the Yarmouth Light in Nova Scotia, Canada, the land where they grew up together. There was so much sand each time that it took us a couple minutes to heft it all out of the containers.
That's probably as close as I'l ever come to telling a creepy Halloween story...
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:17 pm (UTC)cremation memories
Date: 2006-10-28 04:43 pm (UTC)That's probably as close as I'l ever come to telling a creepy Halloween story...
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Date: 2006-10-28 09:25 pm (UTC)Yellow Cakemix.
All men eat it.