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2167. Her husband’s ashes

When her husband passed away, Lavinia requested that he be cremated and his ashes be placed in an elegant but simple sealed ceramic container. She had kept the container on her mantelpiece for two years now. Occasionally she talked to it, but in the end she knew she didn’t need to keep his ashes forever. She thought and thought and decided she would scatter his ashes in a nearby forest. He loved hiking and would often walk through that very forest.

One fine sunny day she took the container. She would go for a leisurely and reflective stroll to the forest. She had just left the house and was walking along her concrete path to the gate when she accidentally dropped the ceramic container. It shattered.

There was nothing in it.

828. The scattering


It’s funny. After forty-eight years of marriage, Patsy and Martyn had decided upon cremation but they had never discussed what to do with the ashes. Currently, Martyn’s ashes were in a little urn sitting on the mantelpiece.

“I should really just throw them into the fire!” Patsy found herself talking to the ashes quite often. “Into the fire and be done with it!”

And then she would have a little weep and a little laugh and wondered, really, oh really! what she should do with them.

She thought of scattering them in the garden and growing plants. The thought of vegetables was disconcerting. It would be a rather round-about sort of cannibalism. Eventually she decided! She would go to the beach, wade into the water, and tip the ashes out into the ocean. That way, it was like an infinite dispersal. Free as an albatross! An eternal surge of life!

Patsy drove to the beach. She waded into the water. Just as she emptied the urn, a larger than usual wave knocked her over. The watery ashes splashed all over her dress; grey speckles clung to the fabric. She was drenched in her husband’s ashes.

Patsy drove home wet to the bone. She couldn’t stop laughing. After all these years, she thought, after all these years, the dress goes into the washing machine and the husband goes down the plughole!

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786. Ashes to ashes


Neil had a problem. There was very little space on his body left for further tattoos. The problem was, his mother had died and he needed to honour her by using her ashes for a tattoo. His father’s ashes were used to tattoo his right arm and shoulder, and his brother the left. Two girlfriends covered his chest and torso, and an old, greatly-loved aunt filled the buttocks. Two of his numerous kids were on each leg. His best friend covered his back, and another ex-girlfriend did the neck.

And now his mother had upped and died and there were very few places left on his body.

“Stuff it,” thought Neil, “enough is enough.” He took his mother’s ashes and chucked them in the trash.

You’ve no idea how relieved his mother would have been.

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