Originally Posted by Troy Michalik
The wife and I are both in agreement on cremation.
I seem to remember hearing about a company a few years ago called Parting Shots. You could send them a small amount of your loved ones ashes and they would load them into shotgun shells (as the shot buffer). That way you could take them hunting with you one last time.
On a side note. Something that REALLY turns my screw is seeing the grounds crew sitting on their backhoe waiting for the funeral ceremony to be over.
A very close friend of mine died from bone cancer. He was the best friend I had ever had, and the most honest trustworthy person I've ever known. His name was John Largent. We both changed jobs and moved apart, but kept in touch over the years. I found out about his cancer and would make the drive to visit him during his treatments.
The last time we talked he told me "Shoot Troy, I feel strong. Man I got this stuff licked." I got a call a couple weeks later while at work. It was his wife, and she asked me if I would give the eulogy at his funeral. Have you ever agreed to do something, then hung up the phone and thought "what the hell did I just do?" That was me. . . . But I tell you, giving that eulogy was the best thing I've ever done.
Just before the service at the funeral home I told Linda, his wife, that I had a favor to ask. She knew how close John and I had been and immediately said yes. I told her how much the backhoe thing bothered me and utterly disrespectful I thought it was, and asked if I could bury John. Right then and there she took me by the hand, walked me over to the County Judge, said "This is Troy, and he is going to bury John." He said that he'd tell his guys to stay back until I left. After the graveside service was over I waited around for what seemed like forever for everyone to leave, walked to my truck, took off my suit coat and picked up the shovel I had bought just for this purpose. As I walked back to the graveside I was joined by another one of his friends. He had asked Linda why I was loitering, and she told him my plans. So he had gone and found the grounds crew, gotten another shovel, and said that I wasn't doing it without him.
THAT was a good day.
BTW: That shovel still sits in the corner having only been used once.
Troy, a few years ago I did the same for a road brother's dad. It was an honor to do so, and a day I will never forget.
I don't want a dry eye at my funeral, so we'll start with a release of CS gas....
First, take any organs that will help someone live a better life, I won't be needing them. After that, shake and bake, put a small amout of the ashes in a key ring vessel, and put it on the key ring for my bike. Pour out the rest at a place with a nice view, then throw the biggest party that this county has ever seen. Don't mourn my passing, celebrate my life!
As to the bike keys; whoever gets it takes me with them whenever the bike goes out. Find the right spot, say some words, and set me free. We will meet again in the clearing at the end of the path.
C3, thank you for yet another great thread!
Is it better to do the right thing for the wrong reason, or to do the wrong thing for the right reason? If you do the wrong thing for the right reason, is it still the wrong thing?
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