"Newr" = "near".

And I'd prefer Keef to do the snorting, please. I bet he's had enough practice to get it right!

Both my paternal grandparents were cremated. He died first, so the ashes were put in an urn at the crematorium, and then, after she died, the ashes were mixed and illegally sprinkled over a nice bit of hill in The Lake District that they'd both been fond of. And over the dog. It was a bit windy...

I'm not actually that fussed what happens to me after I die. I'll leave it up to what the people that care want. Dropped into a tank full of excited sharks sounds pretty cool though. Or possibly shot into space. Or maybe put in a shark and then have _that_ shot into space.

Nobody could be bothered with my mother's ashes for a long while, and in the end a friend of the family scattered them somewhere not very special.

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We donated my mom's body to a medical school, and got a box of ashes back about a year later. Some of them were interred, others went home with various siblings. You don't donate your body to medicine or science to save the cost of a burial and cremation where you live?

I want as much use to be got out of the remaining bits as possible.

Organ donation, followed by cadavar practice (if they'll take it without a full set of Organs), followed by brain donation (different people, I still need to pick between the two and register).

Following that, I think it would be neat to crush the remaining bits into a diamond or two. Then it's up to any remaining loved ones to decided what to do with some small blue diamonds, and half a pile of ash :)

Never been to a funeral but did go some weird Catholic thing for a distant relative (second uncle's cousin or something similarly convoluted). It was when they were bringing the body into the church to lie. It was awkward, I didn't know any of the tunes.

When I am dead, I have asked my nephew to put me in a cannon and fire me against a wall. I suspect this won't happen - though he does remember well - and cremation is the way to go.

Walter Sobchak: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.

The tradition is to scatter the ashes in river Ganga. I want mine flung in a wind storm so they can go where they will.

I want to know more about the washing machine.

Here.