How would you like your cremated remains handed.
My wife’s sister recently died. My wife’s niece wants to honor her mother’s wishes by depositing her ashes in San Francisco Bay.
Made me think about how I would like my ashes dealt with. I think it would be cool to have my ashes released from a drone 10,000 feet up in the air (the higher the better). That way my ashes would likely be spread many square miles.
How about you?
Observing members:
0
Composing members:
0
8 Answers
They can snort it like cocaine for all I care.
I like the idea of going into the ocean, but a field or forest would do. I just don’t want to be in a box underground. I have claustrophobia and am afraid of the dark – like really dark. I know I’ll be dead and theoretically unaware of my location, but I don’t want to take any chances.
My pat flip answer is that I want my remains thrown into the ocean, but that I don’t want to be cremated. I want people to think of me as their “chum”.
Friends of my sister works in Disneyland, and say people often ” distribute” loved ones ashes in some of the rides, like Pirates Of The Caribbean.
For me, I would never want that. They annually clean the rides thoroughly, and I wouldn’t want my family to mourn me while on a fun ride.
Maybe releasing my ashes from a hot air balloon over water.
How? Gently, as if they could feel something. That’s for the survivors, not me.
I would like to have a handful of ashes scattered in the Vermont village where I was born, on the Atlantic Ocean beach where I spent childhood summers a short walk from my Massachusetts home, in easy view of the growing Boston skyline visible just across the bay, and in Ca!ifornia at the Henry Cowell Redwood State Park, my cathedral. Plus a little for the Pacific Ocean. My late husband wanted his ashes to go with mine, but I’d say just a token amount.
Maybe mail a packet to Fairfield, Iowa, and ask the postmaster to drop a tablespoonful in the grass of the town sqare if it’s not inconvenient. And send a handful to a Canadian cousin to rest near my father’s churchyard burial place.
If I could have my way, I’d like to be roasted with a book of poetry, a small notebook, and a sharp pencil.
Well, when my dad died, we cremated him and had a small, personal ceremony at a local park he used to love to go to. We put his ashes into some bushes to help add fertilizer to them. Something like that would be okay with me. Though if I wanted to be showy, I’d have my survivors bribe the company shooting off fireworks on the 4th of July to put little packets of me onto all the rockets they shoot up.
Amendment: Pour the rest into the Charles River close to the Larz Anderson bridge. Let it stand for all of Cambridge, spreading outward from the Square.
Answer this question 
Composing members:
0
