If you are to be cremated, where would you like to have your ashes placed?

I asked my kids if they wanted mine to be somewhere so they could “visit,” some particular place. They said “Yes.” So I guess I’ll leave it up to them.

I’d like my ashes scattered from the top of Tower Peak on the very north point of Yosemite Nat’l Park.

Barring that, off shore from Isla Vista California. Or in the Truckee River from the Alpine Meadows bridge.

I definitely want to be cremated and sprinkled around the river and mountains, my favorite haunts. A friend of mine wants hers to be put in a mesh bag and tied to her horses tail to be swished along the trail. The last trail ride. :-)

I want them scattered on a beach and in the sea.

In the everglades. Not sure if it would be legal, though.

I’d like mine scattered on the top of Whiteface Mountain.

I really wouldn’t give a shit. And technically couldn’t anyway.

Thrown, strewn up in the air in the midst of a forest. I like trees.

I’ve heard that you can put your ashes in fireworks and go out with a bang. I think that’s cool.

Or maybe I’d like my ashes shed somewhere at Disneyland.

I would want to be scattered somewhere, not sure where. I remember a British funny about someone who wanted to be scattered at the beach on a Holiday – that might be cool – Santa Barbara East Beach on the night of July 4th.

I don’t know. I really don’t.

I always want to have my ashes dug into our blueberry bushes. After 37 years, we sold out house and moved. Now I’m formulating a plan to put them in a bag or pocket with a hole in it. All I have left to decide is where to tell whoever has them to go for a walk. A beach? A city street? a walk in the woods or around a lake? An amusement park? I’m still thinking. Suggestions welcome.

Currently, my will has a request that they be scattered on top of a hill in Virginia where I spent several summers working in the company of good friends and nature.

Once the SO and I make a formal commitment, I’d like to change it to along the lines of what my parents requested. Once both are gone, they want their ashes mixed together and spread in the woods.

On a slightly morbid yet humorous note, a niece and I moved in with Mom when she broke her leg in order to help her out while on the mend. Mom is a bit of a pack rat, plus she is losing her eyesight, so we started going through closets in an attempt to help her out. One day, niece Alex walked in with a black plastic box and asked, “Grammy, what is this?” Mom’s reply, “That’s your grandfather.” Fortunately, she didn’t drop the box. Otherwise, his remains might have gone into the Hoover.

On the freshly filled grave of David Koch

I always wanted to be swimming with the fishes in the deep blue sea. There is a company that will use your ashes and make them part of a reef. They are Eternal Reefs, Inc. I think this would be especially cool if you were into scuba diving.

I would like to have some of my ashes put into little bottles so that my children can have a little piece of me when I am gone but most of my ashes I want put into the Pacific ocean so that my ashes can travel the world over and come home again.

I have requested that my ashes are scattered in Loch Ness, close to the castle!

I want my spread by only nice people by a video store, but only if I can see an online picture of it first.

Launch me out into space please.

In a canal in Venice, Italy.
or into the batter at Mrs. fields cookie – which is probably illegal.

I wouldn’t consider them mine.

you can toss mine in the dumpster for all I care.

Asgard.

My mom’s sweetheart had been a Navy man, and he wanted his strewn in the ocean. She rented a plane that flew her out over the Atlantic. She was going to dump them from a tin, but the pilot told her it’s better to use a paper bag and hold it out the window, the wind will tear the bag and the ashes will spread loosely. She took his advice and said it worked well.

My son’s father died after our divorce, when our son was just 7. His parents had his ashes, and I didn’t see a point to asking for them at that time. They moved to another state with their eldest son, and when my son got older, I asked if he had any interest in getting them, but he declined. Now they and their eldest son are dead. We have no clue where the ashes are, but aren’t upset about it.

I have a few places I might like mine; but I suppose if I can’t choose, I’ll leave it up to my loved ones to decide.

In the end it will be up to my children, I personally would like them to plant a beautiful tree and sprinkle me around the base or they can drop me in the hole the put the tree in. I did this for my father (even though I didn’t have his ashes. He was in a different country). I have moved but I can see the tree from the road and when I need to, I drive passed and look at ‘his’ tree.

My family did not have any special marker for my parents (I didn’t have any input into this decision) and there have been a number of occasions when I have regretted this lack of ‘place’. When I got married (the first time) I wanted to put my bouquet with my mother’s ashes. When I returned to the UK, I wanted to leave flowers for my father. Since their ashes were spread in a Garden of Remembrance (but with no marker) the crematorium staff were able to tell me exactly where they were. Their ashes, although many years apart, were spread right next to each other. That was comforting to me and I sat quietly in this place for a long time when I visited.

My husband went to the river that ran passed his sister’s home and we scattered half her ashes in the river. It was a very sad but healing moment for him. He had planned to scatter all her ashes there but at the last moment changed his mind. He wants the other half to be spread with their mother’s ashes.

If I’m cremated…hmm.

I would first pass down the ashes to my children, and let them release them whenever they feel the time is right after my death. But I would want them to release my ashes on a boat, while they all three wear all light blue, and it has to be on the coast of Brazil on a cool breezy day.

I’d prefer to be sprinkled over the salad bar at Sizzler.

that’s just gross @ratboy!

Off the Kona coast of Hawaiii

It makes no difference to me. I just want people to have a hell of a party. I want all of fluther to get together somewhere, preferably a beautiful place, to celebrate my death.

Although I plan to outlive fluther by several decades, so the point will kind of be moot by then. No one will remember me from fluther by the time I die. But that will be a good thing because it will mean I lived a long, long time.

Thats funny cause today I told my friend, “I’m going to put in my will that when I die, my body can be used to feed Komodo dragons.” They apparently like to eat corpses. Might as well put my dead carcass to use amirite? But, if I had to be cremated and have my ashes placed somewhere, I’d probably say scatter em from somewhere like Dead Horse Point in Utah.

@deni Komodo’s love dead stuff. Don’t know why.

@deni @Adirondackwannabe Most animals prefer their meat dead when eating. It squirms too much to get a good bite when it’s still alive.

@deni Thanks for the link. I will probably be in Utah in a few months and would really like to go to Dead Horse Point now!

Somewhere picturesque in Ireland.

@Leanne1986 It’s incredible! And pleasantly enough it’s right by Canyonlands, which you should also swing by!

@deni Thank you :)

Funeral pyre out to sea.
Ashes fall wherever they may.